Someone just pulled the plug on an entire city. My city. The city that never sleeps.
That was earlier tonight and it was only down for a minute…maybe five…but it made me realize yet again how dependent I have become on my social networks.
Three years ago I was a social networking novice with barely a whisper thin thread of a presence online, and look at me now. I have Facebook, Twitter, Google + (the new social network) and four separate email addresses! I also have a website with multiple pages that are perfect for social interaction with my readers.
It’s a wonder I actually speak to three dimensional human beings at all anymore.
Speaking of human beings…
I had to call the cable company at five minutes past midnight to find out why my cable (internet and television) was abruptly disconnected right in the middle of a Twitter update. I knew it wasn’t the bill…someone with the kind of internet addition I have is very meticulous about paying the bill…so why was my entire access to the World Wide Web suddenly severed?
Just to remind me I’m an addict, it would appear.
My entire neighborhood is experiencing an outage. And I would wager a guess that I’m the only one who’s noticed. Or at the very least, I’m the only one up in arms and experiencing horrible withdrawal symptoms.
I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have my handy mobile device running off its cell tower internet connection!
I know…time for an intervention.
But after years of total submersion in the internet, feeding us knowledge, entertainment, and an endless bridge reaching out to friends, both new and old, who among us could walk away without lasting hunger pangs of remorse?
My husband said it’s coming…the day when the whole thing comes crashing down around us. I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for that just yet. I’m just going to use Twitter from my phone until the cable man gets here.
Until the next time…I’ll be connected…somehow.