Here’s an interesting thought: I’m addicted to the Internet. Ha, ha, you say – aren’t we all? I don’t mean it like that. I don’t mean that I like it, although I do, why else would I be addicted? But I’m not so sure that any addiction can be defended as, in any way, an overall good thing. I’m addicted, and, make light of it if you will, this bears thinking about. It bears thinking about, for me and you.
My friend got “hooked” before I did. And I observed her get “obsessed” with the blogosphere. I was worried and I asked her if she could see a correlation to a “cult”. She agreed but said it didn’t matter.
I followed her.
Recently, I moved from one apartment to another, slightly larger, in the same building, in fact, next door. Foolishly, I waited until one week before the move to inform my ISP about the move. “Sorry”, they said, “the soonest we can switch you over is ten days from now”. I was infuriated. How can such a simple act, moving my service from apartment 712 to apartment 711, take ten days? The reason I was infuriated was, because I knew, that for three days, I was going to be without my Internet access.
It was even worse than I thought. I got in my car and went to Camp Casey and took some excellent, if I do say so myself, photos. I had to share them. I had to share them as quickly as possible. Because, you know, the `net is immediate. I felt guilty because I took time, time to make them as best I could. Well, as best I could in one day. Hey, they’re much better now. And if you want any of them, I’m proud to share them, now.
Does any of this make sense to anyone?
Of course I’m acutely aware of the irony of expressing my fears about my internet addiction on the internet but… what else can I do? Does anyone have any helpful thoughts?
