Less than a week ago, I abandoned my old, shoddy apartment in favor of a spacious, luxurious, new house. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been great exceptÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been living with no internet for the past four days and itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been tough.
It has been both amazing and surprising for me to realize how addicted I am to connectivity. My room, thus far, has just felt cold and lonely, like there is something missing. Even though there hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t been anything of importance that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve NEEDED the internet for, I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop thinking about what I could be missing. And so, I deduce that I have become ADDICTED, and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t use that word lightly. I have become dependent on connectivity, especially through the internet. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my biggest form of communication. I keep close contact with my grandma, who lives three hours away, but I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t spoken to her in months. I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seen or spoken to my high school friend Laura since graduation, but thanks to instant messaging I know sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s now married and lives in Colorado. The internet has helped me to maintain relationships that without it would have been lost.
So is addiction a bad thing? Well, at least in terms of connectivity, I think not. Some people argue that online communication is making human interaction less personal. I disagree. Humans are social creatures, and I think technologies such as the internet simply complement our lifestyle. That being said, it might be good to take a step back once in awhile and unplug. Who knows.. my mom could be right when she says that all the radiation I get from sitting in front of a computer screen all the time will give me cancer one day.