Let me start by saying that it’s not my fault. Well, not completely anyway. I have an addictive personality, always have had, and I think that is something you are born with. It may even be a distant relative of OCD.
My addictions and obsessions are numerous, but fortunately none of them are to anything terribly harmful (okay, I guess it depends on your definition of harmful!) T.V. shows, art supplies, garden decorations, shoes, kale chips, goat cheese…you know, dumb stuff.
And of course, now, the internet – Facebook, my blog and pinterest in particular.
I was slow in getting to my internet addiction. I had e-mail, and used it for research from time to time. Then I started political blogging back in 2008, when Talking Points Memo hosted reader blogs. I thought My Space and Facebook were ridiculous wastes of time. Before long I noticed I was on TPM a LOT. Well, actually, I didn’t notice it, Mr. Tattered did, and he was less than impressed.
Then TPM shut down the reader blogs, and those of us who had been on there regularly wanted to stay in touch, so we joined Facebook, and things sorta downward spiraled from there.
Before I knew it, I had signed up for an art business class, hooked up on Facebook with a bunch of crazy ladies who turned out to be kindreds, and here I am hyper-ventilating over the “potential” prospect of being away from the internet for a weekend! And it turned out I don’t have to be, so it was wasted anxiety.
Several of my kindreds suggested I just step back and take a technology break for the weekend and just “be.”
My pulse rate started rising immediately. I don’t think I know how to just “be.” Worse yet, I don’t think I even WANT to know.
Maybe some day. But not today. And tomorrow isn’t looking too good either.