All right, I’ll go ahead and say it: I have an internet addiction.
It used to be that I would read a lot of blogs. (Which I still do.) Or that I would read the New York Times for work (which again, still do.) But then, when I got home and finished my work, I would be able to turn off, do chores, or write my own damn blog post, or read fiction, or watch TV, or something … anything.
And yet lately I find myself spending more and more time doing nothing online that I can really call anything other than dicking around on the internets.
I would like to blame Facebook for this.
Or Dave for spending all his time in front of a computer.
Or life for making it impossible to really unplug.
But the fact of the matter is, when it comes down to it, it’s on me.
large medium-sized any ambitions with my life. I would like to put my photo albums together. I would like to watch The Wire (no I haven’t seen it. Yes I know it’s the best thing ever made. Shut up already.) I would like to read some good books. Hell, occasionally I think about writing my own book, although I’d settle for blogging regularly. But these things aren’t going to happen if I waste my life on the internet.
So I need some boundaries. Some rules to follow. It’s difficult when you can’t just completely cut off — unlike some addictions, I can’t just give up the internet full stop.
But I need to be able to shut down and get other stuff done.