Lately, I’m spending too much time indoors and consequently too much time on the internet.
When I’m in work I have the internet there in front of me. Firefox loaded up with Gmail Manager add-on in the corner alerting me to any new email. It only takes the smallest of distractions from my work and I’m off again, refreshing pages of the all the usual suspects.
Then at home, if I’m not sat at the computer I’ll be downstairs watching telly. Even knowing not much (if anything) would’ve changed, but after 10 minutes I’ll be bored and load up Mini-Opera on my mobile, connect to the wi-fi and again check the usual suspects and my email.
Virtually, all my news comes from the internet (unless I catch 5/10 mins on the tv). Did I miss some sports results? I turn to the internet and go to the BBC Sport page. Miss a tv show? I play it on iplayer or download it. If I feel a bit ill, I turn to the fountain of knowledge to find out what incurable disease I have. In fact anything I need to know I turn to the internet:
I bought a whole pineapple a few months ago. I got home and realised I didn’t have a clue what to do with it. It didn’t occur to me when I bought it, that I didn’t have a clue how to reach the juicy yellow treasure inside. How did they open, how did you cut it etc? The internet told me.
I can’t imagine not having the internet now, it’s the greatest thing ever. All roads lead towards it nowadays, but it’s also like a ball and chain around my ankle lately.
Some people enjoy smoking, drugs, alcohol, gambling…I’m currently stuck pressing that curly button, or F5, a bit too much.