Oh, sweet addiction!
So last night I discovered that I can no longer tap into the wireless connection that I had been "borrowing" from a neighbor. My first reaction was disbelief, followed by frantic attempts to connect through any other means possible. Finally I was left with complete and utter devastation. It made me realize just how much I am addicted to the internet and my computer. And I wonder why I no longer read, play my guitar, sew, or watch movies when I am home alone? Well now I know. I'm an addict. The first step is admitting it. And now I think a few things need to change. It has been a hard day. Thank god for Emily who is letting me use her connection right now. I don't want too abrupt of a change, so as not to completely shock my system. I think it will have to be a slow tapering off...
Earlier today, when I really wanted to be checking my e-mail and couldn't, I decided to wash the dishes instead. As I scrubbed, I was pondering the extent to which I have become reliant on my computer. I was reminiscing about my low-tech days when I actually wrote letters with a pen, used a paper phone book, read the classifieds from the Sunday paper, called to get detailed directions without Mapquest, I feel like I was actually living a whole lot more. My life has become virtual. I was thinking about how much this is not OK.
And then I thought, "I should really write a Livejounal entry about this."
Earlier today, when I really wanted to be checking my e-mail and couldn't, I decided to wash the dishes instead. As I scrubbed, I was pondering the extent to which I have become reliant on my computer. I was reminiscing about my low-tech days when I actually wrote letters with a pen, used a paper phone book, read the classifieds from the Sunday paper, called to get detailed directions without Mapquest, I feel like I was actually living a whole lot more. My life has become virtual. I was thinking about how much this is not OK.
And then I thought, "I should really write a Livejounal entry about this."