Just a little problem...
Sep. 21st, 2006 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryI think I’m addicted to the internet.
I know it’s been said in the past and usually in jest. “Oh, haha! Verily, my life doth revolve around this inter-connected network!” And I’d laugh it off and just accept that this was the way things were.
But now I'm in deadly earnest. I seriously think I'm addicted to the internet. As addictions go, it’s not too bad though, is it? I mean, it’s quite social. I’ve made many friends through the internet and my main sources of addiction are LJ and messageboards... which are all about people.
It’s not an expensive addiction, either. It probably only costs a couple of dollars a day.
I’m not damaging my health with it, although I probably could get up and walk around a bit more...
But last night, my Timothy (or ‘the serious heads’, for those who know him differently) suggested that limiting my interent on my Fridays off might make me more productive, writing-wise.
I swear, I all but broke out in a cold sweat at the thought.
“But... but...” I stammered.
“You could still use it when I got home,” my Timothy said, oblivious to the fact that I was shaking and turning pale. “It would be just the same as a normal work day.”
Which isn’t all that accurate. “But I use the internet all the time at work!” I cried, in a desperate attempt to hold onto my fix.
It was probably at this point that I suddenly realised I really was addicted... and that I have to do something about it. It won’t be anything drastic. I couldn’t give up the internet entirely, but I really should cut back a bit. I should read some more; write some more; spend a little time away from the addictive, glowing wonder that is the internet.
I can’t stay away for long, anyway. It’s in my blood-stream now.
I know it’s been said in the past and usually in jest. “Oh, haha! Verily, my life doth revolve around this inter-connected network!” And I’d laugh it off and just accept that this was the way things were.
But now I'm in deadly earnest. I seriously think I'm addicted to the internet. As addictions go, it’s not too bad though, is it? I mean, it’s quite social. I’ve made many friends through the internet and my main sources of addiction are LJ and messageboards... which are all about people.
It’s not an expensive addiction, either. It probably only costs a couple of dollars a day.
I’m not damaging my health with it, although I probably could get up and walk around a bit more...
But last night, my Timothy (or ‘the serious heads’, for those who know him differently) suggested that limiting my interent on my Fridays off might make me more productive, writing-wise.
I swear, I all but broke out in a cold sweat at the thought.
“But... but...” I stammered.
“You could still use it when I got home,” my Timothy said, oblivious to the fact that I was shaking and turning pale. “It would be just the same as a normal work day.”
Which isn’t all that accurate. “But I use the internet all the time at work!” I cried, in a desperate attempt to hold onto my fix.
It was probably at this point that I suddenly realised I really was addicted... and that I have to do something about it. It won’t be anything drastic. I couldn’t give up the internet entirely, but I really should cut back a bit. I should read some more; write some more; spend a little time away from the addictive, glowing wonder that is the internet.
I can’t stay away for long, anyway. It’s in my blood-stream now.