Charlotte Rains Dixon  


I spent all yesterday without the internet.  This is like making Scarlett O’Hara live without Tara or my pug live without food or a gambler live without Las Vegas. 

Not only that, we were without television and the land-line, too.  Now, nobody ever answers the land-line, I have a cell phone, and I rarely watch TV, but still.  Having three of the major connection points to the world out, even if I didn’t want to use them, made me edgy and cranky.  Okay, let’s be honest, it was not having the internet that mostly made me edgy and cranky. 

So I have to ask myself if I am addicted to the internet. 

Just because I know that Paris Hilton is dating the brother of that guy who is the father of Nicole Richie’s baby doesn’t make me an addict, does it?  Or that I am grieving the fact that Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer?  Or the fact that I’ve now read at least 10 articles about Margaret B. Jones, the woman I wrote about on Tuesday?

You mean not everyone has all these vital facts at the tip of their tongues?  So I guess it is probably true that I have a wee, mild addiction to email and the internet. 

Well, even if you insist I am addicted, I’m not going to any 12-step program for it.  No, not me.  And this is not going to be a blog post about how I saw the light, having a day without the internet.  Nope.  I hated every damn second of it, even thought I did get a ton of writing done this afternoon, between clicks on the Mozilla "Problem Loading Page" button every 30 seconds.  When the repairman finally came and asked me how recently I’d checked the online connection I looked at him like he was nuts.  Clearly, he does not have an internet addiction.

But I do, and I’m proud.  Well, maybe not proud, but at least not afraid to admit it.  I was so happy to be back online that I was all ready to celebrate by watching American Idol, which I seem to be missing a lot these days.

Except when we turned on the TV, it had gone back to not working.  Well, at least I can check the results today, on the internet.

0 thoughts on “Internet-less

  1. don

    Wow… a whole day without the internet….. now I’m worried… I’m moving soon and I will be without the internet for 5 days! I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to survive? Can I borrow your internet in the meantime?

    Rats, I’m sweating already and I have two whole weeks before the 25th. and I’m temporarily disconnected. Pray for me, ok?

  2. Dana

    I can relate! I was without the internet last week for about 6 hours BUT it was so I could upgrade from dial up to high speed. As a working freelance writer, this is HUGE for me. After working for 2 years on dialup due to where I chose to live. (the lake was a big selling point and I didn’t know about the lack of high speed until I’d moved in) I was lost for those six hours but it was a build up that was very worth my while 🙂

  3. Charlotte

    Oh, being without the internet is the worst thing ever, I have decided. I don’t care so much about the phone even. There is nothing worse than waking up and realizing that the internet is out.

    Don, at least you can plan for it when you move! And Dana, I remember when I upgraded from dial-up a few years ago. It was like a whole new world. We free-lancers need a speedy connection!

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