{"id":2008,"date":"2009-04-20T07:35:51","date_gmt":"2009-04-20T12:35:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=2008"},"modified":"2009-04-20T07:35:51","modified_gmt":"2009-04-20T12:35:51","slug":"who-me-addicted-to-the-what-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/04\/20\/who-me-addicted-to-the-what-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Who, me?  Addicted to the what now?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of my friends at work (*waves to Sue*) recently sent me a link to an article entitled &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.cnn.com\/2009\/HEALTH\/04\/13\/mothers.internet.addiction\/index.html\">Why moms are at risk for Internet addiction<\/a>.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>I have no idea why she sent it to me.  (*looks obliquely to the left*)  No really, I don&#8217;t have a problem.  I mean, it did give me an uncomfortable little squiggle there for a minute with the bit about &#8220;14 percent of Internet users find it hard to stay away from it for several days at a time&#8221; (days?  really?  try &#8216;hours&#8217;!) and maybe that part about &#8220;9 percent try to hide their &#8220;nonessential Internet use&#8221; from their loved ones&#8221; has happened once or twice.  (*begins to sweat*)  And hey, that part about &#8220;that going online has become an imposing part of your life, which, at the least, means a load or two of laundry goes unwashed&#8221;  &#8212; well, sure, but I always get to it <em>eventually<\/em>. <\/p>\n<p>Oh hell, there&#8217;s no use fighting it.  (*deep breath*)<\/p>\n<p>My name is DaniGirl, and I am addicted to the Internet.<\/p>\n<p>Funny, though, I don&#8217;t get online to escape my problems <em>per se<\/em>.  It&#8217;s not an emotional escape for me, it&#8217;s often a physical one.  When I&#8217;m at home sometimes I go online just because it means I can sit still and zone out for a couple of minutes.  There&#8217;s something cathartic bordering on zen in the familiar circuit of checking the blog for new comments, checking the e-mail account for new messages, taking a quick peek on Flickr to see if anything is new there (that&#8217;s a new stop on my route, but sometimes lately the first place I&#8217;ll go depending on how much I love my photo of the day) and if there&#8217;s time I&#8217;ll stop by Twitter to see what&#8217;s going on there.  Five minutes, tops, and I&#8217;ve had the chance to sit, breath and regroup.  The hard part, of course, is not getting sucked in.  &#8220;Oh look, @wombat627 thinks this video on YouTube is classic retro 80s.  I&#8217;ll just take a peek.&#8221;  And it spirals downhill from there, one click at a time.<\/p>\n<p>The path to hell is not paved with good intentions but with clickable links and idle curiousity.<\/p>\n<p>In all seriousness, there <em>are <\/em>days when I think my Internet love affair gets a little bit out of control.  I could never quantify the amount of effort I&#8217;ve put into creating my little online universe, just as I could never quanify the richness it has brought to my life.  But holy hell, it&#8217;s almost as much work keeping my online life in order as it is keeping my real life from falling apart!<\/p>\n<p>Beyond simply writing the posts and creating the pictures, it&#8217;s amazing how much effort it is to nurture and cultivate the relationships that give this little corner of the Internet the sense of community that I so treasure.  Once upon a time, I visited the blog of every single person who commented and tried to leave a comment in return, and I responded to almost all of my e-mails.  If I did that today, I&#8217;d be online 37 hours a day!  Like everything else in my life, I try to cycle through my online to-do list once every week or two, focusing on certain tasks and leaving others undone.   <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m terrible now at responding to e-mails, even though I read every single one.  I don&#8217;t comment nearly as much as I used to, even though I&#8217;m still reading the same number of blogs.  I can&#8217;t remember the last time I opened Facebook, and I have about 100 more people following me on Twitter than I follow, largely because I haven&#8217;t had the chance to peek at their profiles and see who they are &#8212; and even then I&#8217;m not sure why I&#8217;m following half the people I am.  I&#8217;d love to be spending even more time online catching up with all this stuff, but I have this whole real life on the outside of the computer that seems to demand the lion&#8217;s share of my attention!<\/p>\n<p>All in all, I suppose my online habit is rather benign, considering it&#8217;s better for my health than smack and better for my wallet than being addicted to shopping.  What do you think?  Are you a junkie like me, or do you have your Internet compulsions more firmly under control?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of my friends at work (*waves to Sue*) recently sent me a link to an article entitled &#8220;Why moms are at risk for Internet addiction.&#8221; I have no idea why she sent it to me. (*looks obliquely to the left*) No really, I don&#8217;t have a problem. I mean, it did give me an &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/04\/20\/who-me-addicted-to-the-what-now\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Who, me?  Addicted to the what now?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-how-i-love-the-interwebs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2008"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2009,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2008\/revisions\/2009"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}