What is the opposite of 'tech savvy'?

 This blog obviously attests to the fact that I love new things: new tastes, new sights and sounds, new places, new people, new sensations.  And that's true about almost everything - except tech.  The tech/digital world depresses the hell out of me.

Sweet Hubby recently asked if I'd like a new Fitbit.  I love my Fitbit, and use it for counting steps, telling time, and occasionally as stopwatch.  It has served me well.  I imagined a new one would simply be a shinier version of the one I had.  Such naivety, such innocence, such ignorance.  The new one arrived, and of course, as any 9-year-old in the modern world could have warned me, the new one is much more complex.  It looks different, does more, has more alerts and an seemingly almost endless offering of functions.  I took one look at it and my spirits sank.  It speaks a language I am not at all comfortable with.

I know some people, maybe a lot of people, get excited about the latest, newest gadgets, but I'm an old fashioned gal.  I like what I already know, what I'm familiar with.  To have to learn a new gadget, learn how to use it properly and get the most of it, just depresses me.  I think part of that depression, way in the background, is the anticipation of how lost I will feel if SH dies before me and I'm left to contend with this digital world by myself.   Part of it is because I don't like to interrupt the anticipated flow of my days to learn something new.  Part of it is simply because I haven't reconciled myself to living in a world where new new new is the trumpet call of the day, because I don't need new new new.  I can make do for a long time with something that works, whether is an electronic device or an article of clothing, or a kitchen utensil or small appliance.  I find the new new new mentality to be distasteful; all that garbage, all that avarice, all that jostling for the latest.  

I suppose my mood about all this might also be exacerbated by having watched a documentary called "Buy Now".  Very informative.  Very disturbing.  One of the messages of that movie is that when we throw things away, there's actually no such place as away.  Everything goes someplace, and that someplace is into the air, the water, or the soil.  

I don't want to go down that preachy tunnel.  'Nuff said.  I know that I will get used to my new Fitbit, or at least become familiar and comfortable with the functions I actually need.  But I'm keeping this one for a long time, maybe for the rest of my life.  The mountains of garbage and waste are doing fine without any more contributions from me.