Life with(out) the net

I am writing this in a Word document. I will then copy paste it and post it. This is what things are like when don't have a proper internet connection in the age of advanced technology and general interconnectedness.

Oh yes, I almost forgot: Happy 2014! I have to say that after the New Year frenzy filled with good food, good friends and good fun I now feel like a heremite. I am one of those people who will always choose socialising over studying or working, but when I do start working and I like what I am doing I can sit still for hours and just work, work and work. Without leaving the house for a whole week (this is what happened to me last week. A combination of bad weather and workaholism. Luckily a friend rescued me and dragged me to the best pizzeria in town. Before we entered she looked at me seriously and said: “Phew! I'm glad you look almost normal now. When I first saw you one of your eyes was looking in one direction and the other one was looking the other way. You really freaked me out!”). Seeing every paragraph grow gives me a sense of satisfaction. Placing one paragraph after another and making the content flow perfectly gives me the feeling that everything is in the right place, everything follows a certain logic and as long as we can hold on to it we are going to lead happy lives.

I have always been a bit like that. I was holpess in Maths, but things had to be logical nonetheless. Of course this is not what happens in reality. Life is neither a dissertation nor a translation. Things are unpredictable and you cannot avoid surprises, be it good ones or bad ones. And this whole thing about being isolated isn't true either. Not only I have people around me who worry about my mental health and force me to take breaks (thank you!). I also have a smartphone. A total disgrace. It is constantly ringing and I never know where to look first: Whatssapp, Facebook, Gmail, text messages, reminders, programme updates...Multiply all that with a group of friends who are so close to each other that they need to know everything about every other member of the group. What you get is total chaos. Information overload is bad for you. Especially if the kind of information you are getting is in clear contrast with the way in which you had imagined your next couple of weeks to be like. Being told the truth is a good thing of course. But I'd rather be told the truth by the person who is playing an active role in the situation and not by his “followers” (yes, this is how friends act sometimes). Because truth is a relative concept. What is true for me might not be true for you. Does this make sense at all? If it doesn't it's ok. You have just had the privilege of getting an insight into my brain. Welcome to my crazy world, pals!

When I am sick of all this confusing stimuli I start writing again. I write, higlight, delete and add pieces of information. Logical ones. No room for rubbish. And then I stop and think. While I am here being all confused about life and holding onto imaginary order on a virtual piece of paper, someone is in hospital fighting for their life. They, too, got a piece of information which was in clear contrast with the way in which they had imagined the next couple of weeks to be like. The difference is that while they have no choice to select the information they want, I am lucky enough to be able to do it. Although feel that I have missed my train, deep in my heart I know that I can always stir things in the right direction. Starting from this very second. Justify paragraph. Post. Done. :)