It's disheartening to find out who your friends really are. I thought that I had a very decent friend, but he lasted as long as my internet connection. That's right, he was unable to communicate without a computer monitor--how sad is that? Picking up a telephone to go have dinner was a chore. The one time I did actually catch him off guard, and was able to communicate, he was unable to come out for drinks because he was "chatting with friends on gay.com"
Such a blow to the ego. I've been outclassed by online chat.
It's been nearly 2 months that I have been internet-less, and I'm rather enjoying it. As previously mentioned, I used to camp my ass in front of a cathode ray tube and zone out into nothingness for hours on end. Occasionally, I used to do off-colour things like look for sex (which I was usually unsuccessful at) but for the most part, it was pretty mind-numbing.
Of course, I do miss some aspects, such as reading online journals (something I dare not do at work) and of course, looking up movie schedules and reading what the drink specials are at OPs. Instead, I feel paper between my fingers and glean entertainment from newspapers and such. As for having knowledge of the drink specials at OPs, they are usually vile, fruity things that I never drink anyway. Now if they had Campari and tonic as their special...well! (Visual of flying pigs.)
Anyway, suffice to say, I'm digging it. I'll appear back online in the future--maybe in a couple months, but I just need a teensy little rest at present. I'll probably blather on, as I am now, with my little bloggie. I still like doing that, but it has to run a little circuit of emailing files and uploading using a friend's PC.
It reminds me of the dildo story that was penned by Alan Gurganis. I'm probably misquoting, because I've loaned the book to my cute boyfriend. Viz:
"There are just two kinds of people in the world: those who will help you and those who won't." Get out and do something. Anything. It frees the mind.
Such a blow to the ego. I've been outclassed by online chat.
It's been nearly 2 months that I have been internet-less, and I'm rather enjoying it. As previously mentioned, I used to camp my ass in front of a cathode ray tube and zone out into nothingness for hours on end. Occasionally, I used to do off-colour things like look for sex (which I was usually unsuccessful at) but for the most part, it was pretty mind-numbing.
Of course, I do miss some aspects, such as reading online journals (something I dare not do at work) and of course, looking up movie schedules and reading what the drink specials are at OPs. Instead, I feel paper between my fingers and glean entertainment from newspapers and such. As for having knowledge of the drink specials at OPs, they are usually vile, fruity things that I never drink anyway. Now if they had Campari and tonic as their special...well! (Visual of flying pigs.)
Anyway, suffice to say, I'm digging it. I'll appear back online in the future--maybe in a couple months, but I just need a teensy little rest at present. I'll probably blather on, as I am now, with my little bloggie. I still like doing that, but it has to run a little circuit of emailing files and uploading using a friend's PC.
It reminds me of the dildo story that was penned by Alan Gurganis. I'm probably misquoting, because I've loaned the book to my cute boyfriend. Viz:
"There are just two kinds of people in the world: those who will help you and those who won't." Get out and do something. Anything. It frees the mind.
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