If only I could RTM
In life, we depend on being informed about how to do certain tasks. In fact, you may be told to RTM. Or RTMF in the 18=plus version. Don’t take that advice the wrong way. Admit the ongoing education is a real need.
Over the holiday period, I purchased a headlight. Really. A high tech version that must be charged beforehand, and that has a minimum of control buttons. Hence, the inclusion of a users manual. Which I am unable to read, despite the content being iconic. I did try, and by pushing buttons randomly, I managed to temporarily destroy my “night vision”. In the daytime. Several times, in both bright red and bright white. I will reserve further use until getting instructions. Verbally. And eventually, people will know that I am approaching. It’s a headlight, remember.
Now, randomly pushing buttons is a problem solving approach to life (which can also cause problems, but I will avoid announcing my guilt, for now). I mean, in the wrong hands, button pushing can lead to catastrophes. If you see me coming, with a headlight, take that as a minimal level of bad.
I imagine that the future will come with some interesting challenges. Best not pondered, for now. At home, I can stick my fingers into the sock drawer, fearlessly. Not sure about elsewhere. We keep the sharp knives in their own safe space, and I shouldn’t need to stab anything, short term. Fresh fruits and cheese are secure foodstuffs. Ditto for milk.
Today’s delivery brought new headphones, with buttons. I can’t cause much harm there. Because instructions.
