I am an Apple Cultist.
Now, before you stop reading, I am quiet about my Cultist status. I don't go around proselytizing the benefits of Apple, or Tim Cook's best recipes. My personal motto isn't "Think Different." And I don't believe that everyone should replace their Samsung Galaxy with an iPhone 6 Plus.
Different gadgets suit different people. That's what makes technology great: Diversity.
I fell into the Cult by necessity. Although I'm sure everyone says that. But before I went All Apple All the Time, I had a harried and horrible experience with PC's, non-iPhones, and other machinery. Once, I unplugged a laptop after shutting it down according to protocol and it started to smoke. Another time, I turned on a computer and it started emitting sparks and went up in flames. My first personal computer in college ate its RAM every time I rebooted it. It started with 356 MEGs in 1995. By 1999, it had 96.
I confounded computer experts. I got so good at fixing computer problems, I was drafted into the IT department at WWCD FM. Among other mechanical problems, my car went to the shop every two to three months like clockwork, always with an expensive mechanical issue. And one time at my yearly physical, I had to have an EKG. The machine went into A-Fib, Cardiac Arrest, and then Flatlined.
"According to this, you're dead," my doctor said.
"I'm not dead," I said, perfectly healthy from the table.
I walked out of the office with a clean bill of health, just like every other year.
Additionally, watch batteries run out in three months, which is why I now wear a kinetic watch, charged by walking, or talking. I talk with my hands, and yes, I'm proud of it.
Which brings me to the Apple Watch:
I was very excited about the announcement of the Apple Watch, and was counting down the days until launch, thinking about how much use I would get out of it. I was picking out band colors, styles, sizes ... and then I had a very disappointing wake-up call.
Last July, I was declared medically unable to work. There was a lot of paperwork involved. I was also declared unable to drive, and my husband carted me around to two or three doctor's appointments a week and other meetings to make sure everything was in a row for me to basically sit around at the house. So I wrote a book. And I wrote seven stories. I refuse to be idle. It would kill me.
So would the Apple Watch.
See, due to the circumstances behind why I can't work, I sometimes have to become completely disconnected. I turn off my iPhone. I turn off the iPad. I turn off the iMac. I walk away from AppleTV. I go to a dark corner of the kitchen and sit on the floor and concentrate on my breathing and connect with me. Just me.
When I write for three or four hours, I disconnect the Wi-Fi, I turn off the iPhone and iPad. It's just me, Scrivener, and Faith & The Muse, working away in a dark room with a single window.
I spend a lot of my life off the grid. How am I supposed to do that when my Apple Watch is tapping, buzzing, lighting up all the time to tell me something right now? I've heard I can get the notifications "just the way I want," but after a lot of careful thinking "just the way I want" would render the Apple Watch into a very fancy wristwatch that did nothing but tell time.
I have one of those, and I'm very fond of it.
I've had to make a lot of compromises after leaving work. There's been a lot of things I've discovered I can't do anymore, or have had to make big adjustments to do differently. It's frustrating at first, and then, after a few months of making that adjustment into JUST LIFE, it becomes habit.
So I might be the only Apple Cultist without an Apple Watch. They might kick me out of the Apple Cult for that, but I wasn't really the best member, so I'm okay with that. I'll just keep loving the products anyway, even without the membership card. And I'll keep on living my life, making adjustments on the way.
Because life is full of disappointments, but they're fleeting. If you let yourself get weighed down by them, you don't get the best part of being human: which is to adapt and to live.