Sleepwalking my way through life: "I live at my computer."

"I live at my computer."


It's almost like a twilight hour in the office.

In the middle of a busy office I drop my pen on the floor so I reach down to retrieve it. I resurface after a few seconds to find the office mostly devoid of people. The only indication that anyone was there is the closing door and the fading sound of chattering voices.

But I'm still here.

I'm in front of my computer, having my fill of food and just generally relaxing. Most people unwind by going to the nearest bar, having a few jars to make them merrier after a long morning of work. But not me. I unwind by browsing through sites, updating my blog, even putting on a few tunes on if I feel like it.

I live at my computer.

Pathetic right? Not to me.

I live in my own internet world, with internet friends, internet lives, internet everything. Sometimes I prefer the net to real life. You have an infinite compendium of knowledge all infront of you, all accessible with the touch of a button or the click of a mouse. You can befriend thousands of people who live in other countries, some who are even better than most of your real life friends.

I am in love, I am obsessed with the net, in all of its wonder. I have nightmares of my modem being stolen, or of my DSL cable being mysteriously cut. There will be a day in the future when it will be possible to go phsically inside the internet, and I will look down from Heaven - or up from Hell - with envious eyes.

Yes. In the real world I am indeed pathetic.

But not in here.
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At 3:27 pm, Blogger Jules said...

lol no worries. There are others like you. And your earlier rant brought on a rant from my side too. I'm pretty sure the shit will hit the fan if a feminist reads it.

At 1:39 pm, Blogger Joe said...

I am prepared for such an event.
I have an umbrella.



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