Middleagemum.com: thanks but I do NOT need to know EVERYTHING!

The world of the internet is a fine thing, obvs, we know how it has improved out lives in all sorts of unimaginable ways, (although there are downsides, see Jane’s post here) in fact some of us (ahem, me) are so very attached to the cleverness of the internet that when recently I appeared to lose contact with our Instagram account I nearly went into complete meltdown. NOT being able to connect was a heart-stopping moment! Similarly when today I dropped a cup of tea into my keyboard and my virtual world turned a sort of flickering sepia and threatened to go blank, my immediate concern was not -I’ve just cost myself a lot of money messing up my expensive laptop but more ‘oh no I can’t get access!’

HOWEVER, it’s not just  me, but also  Middleagedad, who is developing new addictions. He isn’t that fussed about Twitter, Instagram and the like but is definitely loving the way it makes him the most knowledgeable man alive. Via google, he knows EVERYTHING. INSTANTLY. As exciting as this sounds, it is starting to drive me slightly mad. And it’s not just him. It seems this ability to answer every question life throws up at you is appealing to other middleagechaps he’s friendly with. Need to know exact length of  the third track on Led Zeppelin’s first album? No probs…I’ll just look that up…what’s the density of coal?…hang on…I’ll just find out.

The head goes down, his face takes on that ‘let me see’ seriousness that he adopts when researching and his screen wizzes into action as I lose him to the world of Wikipedia and the like until the Fact is Found and we can all relax. Joyously he will recite the research, needing no additional praise as it is enough that he now knows a bit more than he did 5 minutes ago.

We may be in the middle of a conversation, out with friends or having supper but this is no hinderance to him stopping everything and looking at the nearest screen. Life is now punctuated by research-gaps, where everything stops until we all know the answer.

With his phone, middleagdad is able to satisfy his inner information-geek, started during childhood via his dad, who hankered after a set of Encyclopedia Britannica (definitely far  too expensive to justify buying) as the advertising for them hinted that the answers to life, the Universe and EVERYTHING could be found within their pages.

I don’t begrudge him this, it’s rather sweet, but I am a tiny bit exasperated by it as I have no need to know the answer to everything. I am no better off knowing the exact date of the building of Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square. I suppose it balances out my twitter/Instagram obsession and it’s interesting how we’re using our mobile access in different ways, him to Know Everything and me to chat, connect and look at pictures. Some things never change, despite technology.

Does anyone else have a partner developing this fact-finding habit?


  • Marv says:

    Right. I am on MADs team for triv, not yours. I am Right With Him, information-wise, although I don’t do it on my phone.

    Anyway, we ALL know The Answer is 42.

  • Janet says:

    Yes, at the moment my OH is obsessed with bicycle gears, to upgrade his on his four bikes and spends hours looking at cycle parts and instructions for same. Another of his obsessions on the internet is maps and Google streetview – spends hours on that also, either on computer or tablet.

  • Becky says:

    Oh I totally agree with you – I have to say though that it does bother me when we are out with friends, someones says something and then the husband goes incommunicado for the next 10 minutes whilst he finds out all the information that he needs to be able to answer said question with a flourish – needless to say most times the conversation has moved on and no-one is interested anymore – still he is proud of himself for now knowing the answer. I have to say I never check Instagram or anything else at all when I am out with friends or family – unless of course they are being very boring indeed !!!!

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