Be-Googled Befuddled

Have you ever fiddled around with your computer thinking you could improve things? And found out after, it turned into a major disaster? I just did, and not for the first time. My computer nerd, times I used to call in a panic, would shake his head and avoid saying, "I told you so". He'd ask me to drop the thing over to the shop, but that is an expensive endeavor and I am a DIYer. Unfortunately. After updating my so-called security system recently, I was super protected from things called viruses. It worked out that nothing, absolutely nothing, could get past the security gate keeper I opted for. You would think this is a big advantage. Alas, what I discovered immediately, is that like real cookies, they have a kind of sweetness that many of the sites I use, not only want, they insist upon if you want to use their facilities. They are deemed reliable. After employing the new security and using it, my old friends, all ran off without even a cyber wave good-bye.  No longer could I hop into my faves. I was devastated. My sites for games and puzzles and news and ideas, don't love me any more, I sobbed. I will just back track and say I'm sorry, and they will come running back. That should do it. It didn't. I went to the last resort which is turning the computer off and then on again. Nothing. Tears of frustration were close.  I was simply getting into deeper waters and bigger waves, the more I wrangled with the net. I could almost feel my computer screaming, but I didn't know how to extricate myself from the maelstrom I had gotten into.  Here I thought I was doing all the good things in building a high security wall to keep out the bad stuff, when what I was really doing was locking myself in with iron clad bars that are more difficult to escape from than the bad boys. I went to "help", which you all know should be called Ha-Ha-Help because what it tells you to do, is more complex and mysterious than what you want to fix. For some reason, what they ask, my system never seems to fathom. And the worst part is, you aren't able to speak with a human who might understand your problem in plain words. Finally, I decided that the only sensible thing to do  if I wanted to get back to my sites that make life fun, is send the big security cyber  guards packing. It took a bit of doing to get past their dire warnings. I persevered. My nice old pals I trusted are back on the net. They never failed me before, and they haven't failed me since.