CHAPTER 3
Ultimately, I didn't join the knitting group that day, but I did discover my first suitor on Twitter, who was none other than Bon Jovi. He had indeed left me a private message on Twitter.
We exchanged some very basic things for several days: how long I had been a fan, what my favorite song was...
But nothing more. I wasn't a groupie of his, but years ago, I had bought an album to be drawn in my class for the student who would read the most books. That's how, by chance, I discovered his music around 1985.
Then, one day, he asked me to chat with him outside of Twitter, on another social network. A bit like WhatsApp, Zangi. People get a fake phone number and contact you while maintaining anonymity. You can send photos and make video calls, but everything remains under a hidden identity.
So, I said I would think about it, that I liked my Twitter and that things were fine as they were.
He didn't like the fact that I took the time to think, so he blocked me.
My first experience with Bon Jovi #1 ended.
Anyway, I went to watch a video he had posted on TikTok. Truly, every time I saw that video, it hit me like an atomic bomb. He was definitely the type of man I was looking for, except for his gray hair. But I had to face the fact that I had some few grey hair too and he had blocked me so no chance there for me.
There was something that unlock the key of my emotion departement, lets put it that way.
But I didn't want to be part of that gray-haired group, and especially not me. For a man, it was still acceptable, but a woman...
In any case, I wasn't looking for anyone, not at all. But Bon Jovi, still, he was more than hot.
Oh no. I realized I was experiencing a severe post-traumatic shock from losing my job andsuddenlyall emotions ent loose.
I wasn't working 9-to-5. I used to wander from luxury hotel to luxury hotel, enjoying fine dining. And now, I wouldn't be entitled to all that anymore.
I was driving on the highway and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I screwed everything up to take my retirement, but my body has been catching everything since Covid. Everything was so difficult: my bones ached, bending over hurt. I was catching every disease in the world. I would come back from a flight and spend the rest of my days off lying down, stretched out on the sofa, until the next flight. I would download the photos for my travel blog and I had no energy left for the company. Nothing was like before. I was working with people I didn't even know, it was strange.
I was catching every disease in the world. Yes, I loved luxury hotels, but I adored dragging my feet through Old Delhi, in the narrow alleys of Marrakech, in the Casbah of Tangier or on the great Al-Muizz li-Din Allah street in Cairo, like an old open-air museum, or along the seaside at the Port of Algiers watching the fishermen. Those were the places I adored visiting.
So, I watched the Bon Jovi video. He looked so friendly and genuine. He had that little smirk, it gave me a little joy and it made me happy.
Well, then, Artificial Intelligence was being heavily promoted on TikTok, and they were outright insulting people my age, as if we were disabled, incapable of following the evolution of society.
Artificial Intelligence this, Artificial Intelligence that, hurry up! if you're over 40, over 50, over 60, over 65...
Ah, it absolutely choked me to hear that I was part of those groups of zeros, miserable, impotent when it came to technology. I'll show them what I'm made of! I'll show them that at my age, we are still capable of doing things, yes!
And while scrolling on TikTok, I saw that there was an application to write my own music. I rejoiced internally. I quickly discovered that it integrated Artificial Intelligence engines. The tool could suggest arrangements and chords based on the melodies I wrote.
It was a delicious irony. Instead of letting technology crush me, I was going to turn it to my advantage. AI was not an obstacle for seniors, it was an amplifier. My wisdom, my travels, my broken heart... AI was going to be the keyboard that would transform all of that into a symphony. It was the perfect cherry on top of the sundae.
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