Locked out with nowhere to go
That鈥檚 exactly how I felt last week, when for four days I could not use my Internet Browser.
Although I could continue typing documents and so forth, any research I needed had to be put on the back burner.
I now realise more than ever just how dependent we are on things technological.
Another incident happened over the weekend, and once again, that feeling of isolation crept over me, and other residents in my high-rise block and the adjoining one.
All TV sets were only able to pick up Channel 5. The telephone kept ringing; as if I could perform some miracle to put matters right.
So, what was it all about? It appears that our local transmitter was in need of repair, and the powers that be, in their infinite wisdom, omitted to inform the general public that this was taking place.
Eventually, the repairs were dealt with, and all was well.
But, these happenings set me thinking. Technology although it most definitely has more pluses than minuses can sometimes be a darn nuisance. Having waited so long to have my computer overhauled, but not having lost my internet connection, was ok, but in the process of waiting, even that was taken away from me.
Being back in business, so to speak, is like taking an aspirin for a really bad headache, and not getting relief until you take something stronger.
Should this problem occur in the future, I will make sure I have some good old fashioned reading material handy.
the researchers of addictive behaviours around the world have now of course recognised that there is an 'internet addiction' and I do believe that one guy in America was so addicted that he became malnourished and died in his pc room at home!
Nothing like a good old fashioned walk along the seashore - hillside or even the local park for my money.
But the addiction is really about the person NOT the machine and what we need out of it in our lives. After all try persuading most people to remove all their clothing in the name of science (even on the beach) and see how addicted we all are to clothes.
I remember getting our first TV ever - and it was in Liverpool to be exact - we were glued for it 7/24 but now I have to be dragged in front of it and bribed to watch it at all.
And what about the addiction to illusions - now there's another long story in itself