[I've posted this, removed it, re-posted, re-removed it, and now I'm re-posting it again. Last night my wife mentioned how she really liked this post. "It's one of my favorites," she confessed. I figure if my wife doesn't think I'm a total crack-pot after reading this thing, then what do I care what others think? :) ]
I'm not so sure about this one.
Addicted? Yes, probably.
Well, maybe addicted, I guess.
I mean, maybe not though, really, 'cause I can STOP, you know.
- Checking my email.
- The iPod, Blackberry, that buzz that says "New messages waiting."
- Wiis, Webkinz, and "When's it gonna be my turn?"
- Solitaire, duh, and maybe even Morocco.
- Blogging, Twitter, Facebook.
- Skype, chat, and "Wouldn't it be waaaaay easier if we could just type the paper?"
- Free. iPhone. Apps. Why? Because I can.
- Photos and videos and wow, that Jib Jab's funny.
Well am I?
While I want to think that I'm addicted to my "friends" - all 1,429 of them - to be perfectly blunt:
- I think it's the input,
- The information,
- The new ideas and c h a i n s of information
Or is it the power? That might just be it:
- The power of computing,
- The power of expression,
- And the power of the network.
- My computer does exactly. what. I. tell. it.
[Blue screen of death]. Doh!
Some addictions are more painful than others.
- Are you addicted?
- Am I?
- I mean really. And if so, to what?
- I mean it's not like I get the Joneses if I don't get my Twitter fix. Or do you?
Image Source: Flickr user and powerful thinker shareski.