Randoms by Rach

No Internet? But How Will The World Still Turn?

What's your favorite way of passing the time when your internet connection is interrupted for an extended period of time, especially when you had a lot you planned on taking care of online? Or, if you prefer- real talk- how addicted to the internet are you?

No internet for an extended period of time?! Don't even joke about such a thing. I can feel the hives breaking out all over.

Seriously, though. Not funny. I live in rural England, and my broadband cover is somewhat patchy. It has a tendency to withdraw its services at the exact moment you hover your finger over the save button on an email you've spent half an hour typing. The air around my computer is frequently blue. We live in a tiny one bedroom flat. So I haven't had my own office in which I could write. However, this Christmas David bought me a little corner desk which he's fitted into the corner of our bedroom. So now I can type and grumble and swear all I want. He says he bought it for my benefit; because I'm always complaining that I don't have a separate room as my office. Which is true. But I know he bought it so he gets some peace and quiet.

But anyway. I digress. We had our broadband updated to a faster one about a month ago. The internet company said our broadband would be out for about an hour when they made the switch, but they couldn't tell us what time it would be. Well. I was on edge all morning. Sweaty palms (in December!), heart racing, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I had my "no internet survival tools" on hand. These consisted of the book I was reading, a mindfulness colouring book and pencils, a notebook and pen, and a small chocolate bar.

As it happened, when our internet disappeared, I took the dog for a walk. I had to do something physical. So Alfie got extra walkies. He didn't mind. And I survived. The world still turned, people were still able to converse. All was okay.

So, on this basis, one would assume I am addicted to the internet. But that's not the whole picture. If it were just the internet, I'm sure I could cope. But it's not having access to writing.com that makes me panicky. My daily routine is: get up, walk the dog, WDC, eat lunch, WDC, walk the dog, WDC, eat tea, WDC, read, walk the dog, WDC, bed. Oh my days, I've just realised how dreadfully dull my life is. I've never put it into writing before. Ohhhh noooo. I'm hanging my head in shame.