Would you be lost without your computer?
Would you be lost without your trusty computer, tablet or phone? Because I certainly would be lost without my computer. My laptop is my connection to life. It's my life line. When something happens to it that makes it not work properly, I literally feel like my life is over and I am going to die.
I'm not talking about the social networks and things, I have Facebook and Twitter accounts, but never log in. I mean my files and the predictable soft hum of the hard drive. My life is on my computer. I need it to buy things, check the status of things I've bought and keep my books up to date for my business. There's being organised and there's me, logging in every few minutes to edit, check and make sure everything in my books is exactly right, even colour coded for easier access.
I mention this today because I recently lost access to my computer. I have it back now, which is why I'm sane enough to write this now. But when I lost that access, I felt as though I had no control over my life. My life was essentially gone. This machine is my one connection to the outside world from this prison that I have created for myself.
My family looks at me as though I'm insane for having a panic attack over a machine not working the way it's supposed to, but this machine means more to me than my own life. They don't understand because they leave the house, go to the shops, work away from the house, spend time with friends and eventually return to maybe check a few emails, watch tv programmes or play video games.
But mine is my life, my connection to the world.
I'm not talking about the social networks and things, I have Facebook and Twitter accounts, but never log in. I mean my files and the predictable soft hum of the hard drive. My life is on my computer. I need it to buy things, check the status of things I've bought and keep my books up to date for my business. There's being organised and there's me, logging in every few minutes to edit, check and make sure everything in my books is exactly right, even colour coded for easier access.
I mention this today because I recently lost access to my computer. I have it back now, which is why I'm sane enough to write this now. But when I lost that access, I felt as though I had no control over my life. My life was essentially gone. This machine is my one connection to the outside world from this prison that I have created for myself.
My family looks at me as though I'm insane for having a panic attack over a machine not working the way it's supposed to, but this machine means more to me than my own life. They don't understand because they leave the house, go to the shops, work away from the house, spend time with friends and eventually return to maybe check a few emails, watch tv programmes or play video games.
But mine is my life, my connection to the world.
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