Although I probably won't admit it to myself, I've become addicted to the internet. It's the first thing I turn on in the morning and the last thing I do when I go to bed. I love being connected and being able to be the first person that knows things. whether it's friends that just got engaged from Facebook, how Eddie Izzard is doing in his run around England from Twitter, or just general news stories. It taps into my love of surprising people. If I'm able to tell just one person something that will somehow shock them, I get some sort of emotional high.
The downside of this is that I have a lot of "friends" - bloggers, really - that I'll have stories to tell about to my real friends. Thing is, though, I've never met any of these nice people. None of my real friends really care that Katie also had a bad brain day or that I entered (AGAIN!) to win a KitchenAid stand mixer from Ree and lost (AGAIN!). I enjoy the blogs that I read because I can feel connected to the bloggers in a way that I can't feel connected to my real friends. Not that their friendship isn't valued, but I enjoy reading the writing of someone else that has the same brain issue that I do, or that belongs to my special brand of crazy. It's like my own specially designed support group of women from all over the country.
Stumbleupon, however, is a whole other story. This has been the downfall of many a night that should have been spent cleaning. Or talking with real people. Or biking. Or planning my hopes and dreams. It's so easy to just click, click, click, and before you know it, three hours have gone by, it's two in the morning, and you can't figure out why you're having trouble sleeping. If people of the future look back and wonder why we were so unproductive, Stumbleupon will be one of the main reasons.
Can I make a commitment to be less internet addicted? Maybe. I'll be without internet tonight, which will be difficult, but I think I can do it. Baby steps, right? :)
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