Return to the Dark Ages

Originally I thought I would scan this blog post, so that you could experience the total archaic nature of this occurrence. Tea-stained paper with burn marks and tears. However since the advent of Microsoft word my handwriting has become illegible and my spelling, humiliating

Over the weekend I went for a short but relaxing beach holiday. I got sunburnt, went swimming and made fresh berry jam

However, my daily technological rituals were uprooted. There was no cell phone reception or internet access

I hate to admit it, but this made me really uneasy, Cyborg anxiety, as if I was living without a limb. During the first couple of days I experienced false vibrations from the invisible cell phone in my pocket. I’d packed my laptop, but because it wasn’t connected to the internet, it felt lifeless — a portal to nothing.

I felt disconnected. I was so desperate to check Facebook, my e-mail and my favourite blog that I attempted to use dial-up. It was an absolute nightmare. It loaded in sluggish, stunted segments, and irritatingly enough advertisement was given priority.

This forced break from technology gave me much needed insight onto how technologically dependant I have become.

I don’t like it

But I can not explain why?

It may be a matter of pride. I like to consider myself 'strong' enough to resist and live without technology.

The more I think about it though, why is this ability to resist technology socially defined as 'strong', are our digital habits really as negative as we perceive them? Or are they merely new behaviours, distinguished and frowned upon by their newness alone?

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