I have just returned from a rather hilarious exploit and as my room gives me no other entertainment other than Japanese variety hour shows on my Toshiba television, I have decided to indulge in my old friend, writing, the mistress of the lonely.
On an almost daily routine around 10:00 pm, I go over to my co-worker Aaron’s room in an attempt to attain some semblance of even a trickle of sweet nectar known as the INTERNET. But as I am cursed by the goddess of data transfer I am not only forbidden to see its beauties but blighted to destroy others ability to access. Every time without fail, as soon as I connect to Aaron’s Internet, it stops working for both of us. It tempts me with Google’s home page, to catch a glimpse of the exotic goods of international connectedness only to dash my dreams in a “your page cannot be reached” desert of data. Then of course we restart his router and the process repeats, mocking my feeble attempts. So I move to damn humanity and its technology to retreat to the natural state of only domicile rather than global connectedness.
But TONIGHT, tonight I decided to fight on, to continue the quest that we all wish to achieve: greater humanity, unlimited knowledge, the melding of minds around the world, and Facebook!! My urge for the forbidden fruit took over my mind such as the ring of Tolkien’s tales did for Gollum. I became not just a fellow human searching for connectedness but rather a addict searching for his fix! I had to attain my precious……my precious internet. I crept down the street in front of my apartment, laptop open searching for signal. Doors creaked open, Japanese inside peeking at the crazed foreigner. The wind blew hard and the junkyard by my abode made sickening sounds echoing the nature of my devilish venture. I travelled far and wide. From the autumn to the spring School buildings, almost 200 feet! But once signal was in reach I comprehended the reality of my situation. Sitting in front of the spring building and realizing that the cleaning crew inside would soon see me, I retreated, never to return for that which I had craved to much. The Internet, for all its glories, had turned a man into a beast, I had become, an Internet Fiend.
