Despite my resistance to get on the thing, I actually found it kind of enjoyable once I learned how to use it. There’s something gratifying about hearing the keys click and clack and seeing printed letters appear right before eyes with just a swift movement of the fingers. Today though, I got pretty annoyed by the damn thing. I kept messing up! It’s such a pain because you can’t really fix your mistakes. With a computer you’re just so use to typing without really having to pay attention because you know you can go back and fix it. Not with this bad boy. You mess up, you pretty much have to start all over again.
Despite these frustrations, I think there is a lost art to writing with a typewriter. Using a typewriter really made me conscience to what exactly I was writing. Maybe the ease of typing with a computer has the effect of people sending or publishing messages without paying attention to what exactly they’re saying. I’m not getting rid of my beloved laptop any time soon but my old school typewriter taught me that not all things outdated are useless.