I miss the times before the internet.
Big words for someone who’s been practically living on the internet for more than a decade, but let me explain.
I was lucky enough to be born at the beginning of the 80’s… a shitty decade, mind you that, but a very pure and simple one; so I did my growing up in the 80’s, and by mid 90’s I was already a cheeky little teenager.
I was a happy kid, running around with the boys always climbing on trees and riding my bike… bloody knees was my second name, we used to catch bugs in jars and lay around in the grass and have secret gangs and secret words and we only came back home to eat dinner when our moms shouted our names through the window, and we went shooting cans in the woods with an air rifle, and made up our own games, and let me tell you, it was fucking perfect. you didn’t need no cell phone to remind you things because everything was just written on the back of your hand, and you didn’t care who was “in a relationship” with who because 10 minuets earlier you got a little piece of paper thrown at you in class with all the exclusive details about X kissing Y behind school, and it was fun, and it was real, and it was… simple.
I’ve been a hardcore internet “user” for almost 15 years now. that’s a long, long time. I’ve seen it rise like a phoenix from the ground, and turning from a little golden bird to an almighty, fire spitting dragon. you can’t escape the internet today, you can’t live without it, technology is ruling people’s life in every way and aspect – but not mine… not mine.
Being in a constant state of “AFK” gives me a much needed peace of mind, and makes my brain go silent rather than have it working over time, like it did in the past when I was constantly face buried in my computer screen. thankfully, I despise using my smart phone just as much, which is another item I can cross myself off it’s user-list… fucking stress induced gadgets.
In the past couple of years, my feelings / excitement levels toward the internet has changed drastically;
here’s a little graph explaining just that:
I cannot put my finger on what changed exactly, I know I have, and as a result…
it’s 2013 – and I’m fucking BORED of the internet.
I barley spend any time in front of the computer now days (prior to 2011, I could have easily be glued to the screen for more than 5 hours a day without even blinking) I now only spend time staring at the screen when I need to scan/process my photos, talk to my family/friends over seas on Skype, and update my websites, which takes approximately one hour a day.
Surfing the internet these days makes me quite uneasy, everything and everyone is recycled and repeated, there’s barley anything original and exciting anymore (there are very, very few… hats down!) and overall I just miss that kick I used to get while surfing the internet 5 years ago, instead, it just feels dull.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the internet once. we’ve been through happy times and rough times, I’ve made good and bad friends through it, it helped me accomplish my brand and take my photography to places it probably wouldn’t reach otherwise, and I have googled more stupid questions than should be legally allowed… however, I can’t help but feeling I’ve reached the end of the highway and I’m now headed toward a quite country road… one I’ve been wanting to ride through for a very long time.*
Partly reminiscing… a bit of a rant… but mainly, just food for thought.
* yes, I speak in metaphors, so the last line is open for your interpretation.