I am increasingly obsessed with technology. My phone has become part of my palm. My computer is never far from my side, my social media accounts never far from my mind (“like” this, “share” that, “post” now).
On the one hand, I’m thrilled to now live in a world that’s absurdly connected. People from Germany, Australia, freaking Bulgaria read my blog. We can know, in the time it takes to type 140 characters what’s happening in Laos. News spreads like a California wildfire. We can know more. We can see more. We can link to people who geographically might as well live on the moon, re-kindle old friendships, look up failed relationships in hopes that they have miserable marriages and 20 extra pounds.
But there are days when I feel I can’t keep up. I feel the world speeding by like a Nascar contender, and I feel like I’m in an Escher stairway, climbing to nowhere. Normally, I laugh at people who make fun of the internet for this very reason. Usually I giggle and sigh and think, “Well, get off then, it’s yours for the taking. It’s not like somebody’s Krazy gluing you to your computer.” But in a way it is, because what do you miss, what is going on while you’re not at attention, on top of the keys, tapping away and making sure that you’re the CEO of cyberspace.
Thing is, when it comes to the internet, you can’t ever tame the beast. For all the endless information that surfing the web can provide, it’s not possible to get to every bit of it. It’s not humanly achievable to master the world wide web, unless you want to give up your world wide web of real life. There has to be limits. You need to live in your body without your fingers attached to your keyboard, looking for the next big thing, the next Isis attack, the next Kardashian plastic surgery, the next Facebook, Instagram posting of that person with perfect hair, on a perfect vacation, doing perfectly perfect yoga poses.
I sometimes don’t even think or ponder anymore, so quick am I to google whatever it is I’m wondering. The internet can think for me more quickly than I can think for myself. Is this why I can’t remember stuff, because I don’t have to?
The internet is remarkable. It’s changed all of our lives in important and exciting ways. I am happier to have it than not to have it. But I for one, need to check myself every now and then, (and not check twitter and Facebook) to see my three dimensional world, to remember more is good when it comes to jewelry and closet space, but not so much when it comes to your brain and information.