There's No Place Like Home
Last night Jessica messaged me on AIM, "Wow, you practically live online." Thankfully, for once, I was actually gone (community group meeting), which prompted my auto-response, "I wandered off. Don't take it personal." To which she replied something like "Haha, guess not."
Actually, I guess I do sort of live online. I spend more time in front of a computer on a daily basis than I spend doing anything else, even sleeping. The majority of my work experience has included computers and the internet. Much of my leisure time is spent online as well.
It started around 7th grade when my friend got the internet at his house. It was quite primitive at the time (if I remember correctly, the screen was black and green) but he could still use chatrooms. It was so cool! You could talk to people that you don't even know, and maybe they might think you're really as cool as you say you are, or pretend they believe you because you're nice enough to pretend you believe them. Then my dad got a computer, so I started spending more time at his house. I remember how ignorant I was at first, not even knowing how to email (I actually tried to type an email address into the address bar). But then in 10th grade I started dating an undeniable computer nerd who introduced me to ICQ and AIM, Metafilter and The Onion. Oh, and to blogging. And now look at me, all addicted.
In the time that I've spent blogging, I've seen a lot of bloggers from the "blogging community" quit. Either they've had a bad experience due to something they said, simply grown tired of it, needed to express their dramatic side, or simply realized that all blogging is vanity. I guess I just haven't done any of that yet. For now I like blogging, and I like the internet, my home sweet home.
Actually, I guess I do sort of live online. I spend more time in front of a computer on a daily basis than I spend doing anything else, even sleeping. The majority of my work experience has included computers and the internet. Much of my leisure time is spent online as well.
It started around 7th grade when my friend got the internet at his house. It was quite primitive at the time (if I remember correctly, the screen was black and green) but he could still use chatrooms. It was so cool! You could talk to people that you don't even know, and maybe they might think you're really as cool as you say you are, or pretend they believe you because you're nice enough to pretend you believe them. Then my dad got a computer, so I started spending more time at his house. I remember how ignorant I was at first, not even knowing how to email (I actually tried to type an email address into the address bar). But then in 10th grade I started dating an undeniable computer nerd who introduced me to ICQ and AIM, Metafilter and The Onion. Oh, and to blogging. And now look at me, all addicted.
In the time that I've spent blogging, I've seen a lot of bloggers from the "blogging community" quit. Either they've had a bad experience due to something they said, simply grown tired of it, needed to express their dramatic side, or simply realized that all blogging is vanity. I guess I just haven't done any of that yet. For now I like blogging, and I like the internet, my home sweet home.
