In case you missed it, I put a post up on various social forums explaining my temporary absence and said I would be without the internet for a while. Until Sky/BT hooked me up a new line and ADSL. I'm hoping to be back online by the end of the month.
However it wasn't until such a small part of everyday life was taken away that I came to realise how much some people depend on it. Not just the internet, but, sigh, Facebook. Of course, I'm talking about my partner. She loves Facebook, every inch of it.
I, on the other hand, can take it or leave it. Sure, I have met some great people on it, and my life seems a whole lot richer for it, but I never realised just how far people's addiction to it went.
We have been without it for almost a month (sue, we have it on our phones but its just not the same) and her indoors has been pacing the house like a crack addict looking for a little loose change to get her next hit.
Windows have been sat in. Doorways occupied. Ipads and phones waved in the air (this seems to be a modern conception to get a better signal) and frustrations vented because, of all things, Facebook has been denied.
Really? Is this how the world's become?
I don't want to sound too old before my time, and perhaps I'm missing something, but I'm still an avid lover of the real world. I love books. I love my art. And, as unappealing as this will sound to many a modern guy or girl of a certain age, I love getting out there and rekindling friendships without the aid of Facebook.
I have tried to convince her life happened before Facebook, but my reward is little more than. Scowl of disapproval. The same look, I imagine, I would get for tossing holy water on the face of the devil.
Still, its fun to watch. I have gone through three books and kept up my writing nonetheless, and enjoyed every second of the pain filled moment mobile internet connections seemed to be thwarted by brick and mortar.
I cannot help but chuckle.
After all, there are only so many pictures of burnt meals and first filled nappies we can tolerate.
Or is that just me?
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