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| courtesy- cousin bro snaps |
This past weekend I found myself doing the one thing no one wants to do the most horrible experiences just like a horror story what a torture :)
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| image -shared by my cousin bro .evening time |
So yeah, I’m addicted to the internet. Shocker. It’s where I live, work, enjoy movies and oftentimes celebrate online birthday with my friends . To ensure that I don’t get completely lost in it though, I refuse to own my Smartphone. Due to the less charge unable to on my phone so Instead of that i used my mama phone which It has no internet capabilities too ,Sometimes it doesn’t even turn on but what it does do is give me a much-needed respite from the Internet what a situation :(
Even though I’ve exemplified some self-control with the world wide web, this 4 day abstinence was going to put me to the test. Luckily, the first day I spent without it actually ended up being pretty okay as it was raining heavily with the night goes viral and mad those winds of over 180km/hr cyclonic storms I awake up to 3am nite and watching those horrifying situation those storming winds fucking us Omgg The dark knight just gone more worsen with those storming winds and my garden is out of slot tress are just falling out one by one after being hacked.
It took practically the whole day for my to recover and I to get our stuff moved in so by the time I could even think about logging online, I passed out.
I dreaded the second day though with no water supply no network no charge no current
what a term- odious situation.
There would be no distractions this time. It would just be me, myself, and I. When I woke up, I just laid in bed while looking longingly at my computer screen. After sulking for about ten minutes, I finally started to read the new Chelsea Handler book I had been meaning to finish. When I was done with that though, I became very disoriented and began to eat half a box of Wheat Thins in a post-post-modern fugue. When you don’t have the Internet, your body becomes fatigued for no reason (perhaps a symptom of withdrawl) and you just begin to eat. A lot. I spent the day alternating between my bed and my couch. I consumed an obscene amount of food and read two books. Shockingly, it was still only 6:00 p.m and it was dark That’s when I became desperate and decided to just get super high as a way to pass the time. Fact: If you’re stoned, you won’t care if there is no Internet. The Internet not existing is really NBD. After spending my evening hours stoned out of my mind, I went to bed and slept for eleven hours. If you’re not keeping track, here are the stats:
Day Two Without Internet
Calories consumed: 5,000
Books read: 2
Number of drugs taken: 1
Feeling free from the shackles of the Internet: Priceless
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| next morning after the effect my house boundry garden scenario |
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| next morning after the effect road gets jammed and filled with all drainage water and no way to go out :( |
On Sunday, I woke up feeling super refreshed. I was actually relieved to be away from the Internet and dreaded meeting my friend later for a meeting because it meant that I would have to go online. It felt like I was going back to my drug dealer when all I wanted to do was stay clean! It had been two days. Why break my sobriety now? Unfortunately, my sense of duty prevailed over my newfound Luddite tendencies so I went to my friends’ house in his apartment and sat there to charge my phone on to do some work stuff .
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| happy Phailin puja snap taken shared by my cousion bro near by my home :) |
Oh. My. God.
F.Y.I.: If you take a two day break from the Internet when your job revolves around the Internet, you will have an insane amount of e-mails waiting for you. I had accumulated 60 in just 48 hours. What? Who were these people and what did they want from me?! LEAVE ME ALONE DAMMIT! When I looked at my Gmail, panic rushed over me and I closed my computer. After I took some deep breaths and visualized someone feeding me an Ativan, I mustered up the courage to face the digital music.
I spent the next few hours in a perpetual state of anxiety. Why did the Internet had want so much from me? It was pissed I had went away and now it was exacting revenge by flooding my inbox with urgent messages. Even though I had only been away for a short while, I got the feeling that I had temporarily forgotten how to “do” the Internet. Does anyone else get that feeling after they’ve spent some time away? It’s a place that requires you to be plugged in all of the time. It’s all or nothing. You’re either giving it handjobs every day by Foursquaring, tweeting and using Facebook or you’re completely out of the game. After that Sunday morning, I had never wanted so badly to be out of the game and removed from the vortex. It had never felt so stressful and pointless as it did that day. After cutting my meeting short, I hightailed it back to my duplex to finish the Sarah Silverman book .
Today I’ve joined the masses again to share our thoughts and to be with friends and sharing and commenting on their issues . I’ve figured out how to play the Internet game again and going home at the end of the day even makes me feel a little sad. It’s disturbing, right? But the act of connecting and disconnecting from technology is exhausting. At the end of the day, you know you have to come crawling back into the Internet’s arms because that’s where everyone else is. The rest of the world has adapted to it so you have no choice but to follow suit.
That being said, this weekend taught me that taking a break is important. We dedicate so much of our time to this “thing” that we need to sometimes back away and realize that there is real life happening. You don’t want to miss it while checking your #FB. :)
Do help the victims its a request all..
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| courtesy image shared from (surdrashan) sir file. |
PS: Do share u'r thoughts how u felt about PHAILIN EFEECTS ..!sign off now vl catch u all soon with new experiences ..:)
