What's the strange addiction to affliction that some us possess?
This came to me from the obsession I seem to have to stay connected. I will use the example of addiction to things on the Internet to illustrate this claim. The sheer number of blogs I check out courtesy a blog tracker is not as high as some other people. But the real problem is that some times I follow blogs that I love to hate. I mean I have decided that I couldn't care less about certain blogs but every time they are updated I end up checking them out.
I switch on the computer the first thing in the morning. By the time I get to the desk with coffee the internet is on and ready to go. And before you know it's two hours later and I am still surfing. Ten years ago I used to do the same thing. I remember the late 1990's when I used to switch on the computer the first thing in the morning and do nothing that couldn't be done later. Imagine this was before the internet. What was I connected to in any case!? Now when one looks at a computer it's impossible to imagine with out the internet. I mean I write and do stuff that doens't really require an accompalice called Broadband but you get the picture.
Since I started following blogs and online newspapers and E versions of magazines apart from keeping at one's own blog, there's s much to keep up with. Even if you outgrow some blogs or don't really connect anymore with the content why is that I find it increasingly difficult to snap the relation?
I used to believe that maybe my real life persona decides my online persona. Now I see the switch happening. I think my propensity to be unable to cut off the need to be conected has had an adverse effect on my life. Big words but not without reason as I still read about people writing about their changing priorities and how the world isn't a good enough place or how the kids did this and the kids did that or how six seconds of breathing could change your day and the list goes on!
This came to me from the obsession I seem to have to stay connected. I will use the example of addiction to things on the Internet to illustrate this claim. The sheer number of blogs I check out courtesy a blog tracker is not as high as some other people. But the real problem is that some times I follow blogs that I love to hate. I mean I have decided that I couldn't care less about certain blogs but every time they are updated I end up checking them out.
I switch on the computer the first thing in the morning. By the time I get to the desk with coffee the internet is on and ready to go. And before you know it's two hours later and I am still surfing. Ten years ago I used to do the same thing. I remember the late 1990's when I used to switch on the computer the first thing in the morning and do nothing that couldn't be done later. Imagine this was before the internet. What was I connected to in any case!? Now when one looks at a computer it's impossible to imagine with out the internet. I mean I write and do stuff that doens't really require an accompalice called Broadband but you get the picture.
Since I started following blogs and online newspapers and E versions of magazines apart from keeping at one's own blog, there's s much to keep up with. Even if you outgrow some blogs or don't really connect anymore with the content why is that I find it increasingly difficult to snap the relation?
I used to believe that maybe my real life persona decides my online persona. Now I see the switch happening. I think my propensity to be unable to cut off the need to be conected has had an adverse effect on my life. Big words but not without reason as I still read about people writing about their changing priorities and how the world isn't a good enough place or how the kids did this and the kids did that or how six seconds of breathing could change your day and the list goes on!
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