Recently as I settled into my new home, the much discussed basement, I found myself using a laptop computer. My coordination is limited on a good day and those little keyboards and my adult fingers just do not play well. More time on the backspacing than the actual typing: a tricky situation as my mind forges ahead in spite of the fingers lagging behind.
A few moments ago as I walked by my friend’s office and noticed him typing away, fingers on that laptop, I confessed. I told him of my recent laptop usage (no, not the why) and my difficulty with typing on it. He simply said “You’ll get used to it”.
I equally simply pointed out that I had obtained a full size keyboard, that as the human I had adjusted my environment to suit me.
And it struck me how much that little exchange revealed. Life is of course compromises, particularly at home, with a family, wife and children. And while humans do adjust the environment to suit them – why else have thermostats and the like – equally importantly adults do learn to adjust to their environments, man’s fabled adaptability.
In some way that feels so central – where in my new life is there a reasonable taking charge of my own existence and where is it a refusal to adapt to those that I love: as has been asked in less words, when does “authentic” becomes “selfish”?