Over the last week I have been unwillingly exploring the depths of my addiction to the internet.
Through the blithering incompetance of Telstra, a malfunctioning wireless connection, and customer service that could inspire Ghandi to test out an underwear bomb, I have had no internet access.
At first I was annoyed. I ended up sorting out some tax papers and other chores that I have managed to avoid for some time though, and generally got over it.
On the second day I woke up with a horrendous cold- coughing and sniffing all over the place. I went into work for a few hours, but realised I wasn't doing anyone any good by being there in that state, and went home sick.
To spend the remainder of the day on the couch, not feeling well enough to do anything constructive, my normal chosen respite would be the glorious endless internet. Yet this was taken from me, and I found myself increasingly irritated.
Day 3 I was even sicker. Managed to get out of bed around midday, and after sitting through Dr Phil on TV I found I was suffering quite serious internet withdrawals. How could I have any human contact- these days with a plethora of friends, randoms and all sorts just a click away, I felt very disconnected and isolated not having this option.
Although I have oft lamented the existence of mobile phones, and how people have lost the ability to plan in their reliance of being able to just call or txt at the last minute or when they get around to it- Thank goodness for mobile phones and being able to annoy half those in my contacts list with text messages in this circumstance.
We love to have our technology at our fingertips to connect and entertain, and get irritated when we are able to be contacted at all hours for work, but could you live without it now?
Backwards to a Foreword
I started these writings with the intent of making mostly comedic style social observations. But opinions are like arseholes- everyone's got one- and as if often the way- the original intent is not what has eventuated, as the darker side of my mind has been very much in control lately.
All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.
They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.
All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.
They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.
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