I'm 51 years of age and it's nice that people say I look like I'm in my early 40s, but nothing makes me feel older than my ineptitude with cell phones and smart phones. I never made the transition. I still use email and am reading in Sherry Turkle's Alone Together that people under 25 consider email a thing of the past, a form of communication for dinosaurs, which would be me.
I do have a cheap cell phone, a pay as you go, that I keep for emergencies, but I rarely use it for many reasons:
One, I don't like the tactile experience of holding a smartphone, a slippery bar of soap.
Two, I'm near-sighted so I find myself squinting at the phone.
Three, I derive no pleasure from scanning a tiny machine but prefer looking at an oversized screen on my iMac.
Four, Certain technologies like computer games, and smartphones, make me anxious and seem to shortcircuit my brain.
So I've never made the transition. My wife has. She texts her friends all the time. Some of my friends, or I should say former friends, have left me in the dust because they've moved on to texting and if I can't text than I'm clearly not friend-worthy.
Not using a smartphone, or even having the inclination to do so, makes me feel old. And it's rather lonely, watching the hordes with their heads down at their phones as they scroll and text and live a life absorbed by their gadget.
I'm feeling like Gilbert O'Sullivan these days.