Is this it? Am I in the right place?

Did I do it?  I think i just created a blog. I think.  I've tried countless times, but I don't last.  I recently joined tumbler, but that is turning out to be a bit of a bust.  Perhaps I should have a friend help me with that one since clearly I'm stuck in the 1800's when it comes to technology.  I sent my first e-mail in the year 2000 which is several years past when e-mailing became popular.  My ability to adapt to technology is severely inhibited by my ability to discount every new device that comes our way as a simple fad.  I remember when the iPhone came out thinking, "Who the hell would want that?  Why do you need to carry the internet around with you everywhere?  I already have a phone and an iPod, so why would I need this expensive, delicate thing instead?" Now, truth be told, I think they are pretty swank.  I'm so jealous of everyone who has one.  I'm not however jealous of having to pay all that money to have all that swank, but so goes the world I guess. 

It does puzzle me.  Puzzle?  No, wrong term.  Annoy me when I see folks glued to their phones.  This sentiment is hardly anything new or revolutionary, but I really have to wonder what is so goddamn important on that e-mail that you have to check it now while you're trying to put the cream and sugar in your coffee.  Must be a really good Groupon or something.  I say this as a person whose first movement each day is to reach for his laptop and check Facebook. 

I've realized that I move a little slower than the world around me, and I don't think that's all together a bad thing.  I relish the moments where I'm perceptively doing nothing.  I say perceptively because an outsider would just see me sitting there staring into the great abyss, whereas I know that the wheels of my mind are in overdrive.  All just a matter of perception.  Teachers used to say I lacked focus, I used to say that I was a dreamer, like Walt Disney. 

But this can't all be a bad thing, right?  It takes all kinds, or so I hear.  I don't feel as if I were born at the wrong time, but I've never felt like I identified with the social current.   The recent Woody Allen movie "Midnight in Paris"  touched on this precise idea. Owen Wilson's character thought he would have flourished if he had lived in 1920's Paris with the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, and Cole Porter.  He learned (as any good protagonist will learn in a story) how you can complain that you were born too late, but you have to live in the time in which you live, and be thankful that technological advances, like Novocaine, make our lives better.  Or, in my case, smart phones.