Do you ever put down a piece of paper, a pen, a CD or DVD on a table, only to find it missing later? Have you ever met a new person, stopped to chat with him or her over drinks, and exchanged contacts, only to never be able to find or talk to them again, despite following up on multiple leads? Have you ever had a cat or a dog that seemed to have suddenly run away one day?
We have, on some level, always known about the phenomenon that quantum physicist have just recently been able to conclusively prove; that certain objects and beings are prone to flickering in and out of reality as we know it, existing one moment and disappearing the next. W
I'm an addict, an addict of excessive recreational electronics use. I play too many video games, archive-binge for web comics or sponge off of TvTropes or Wikipedia or stuff like that. I'll do this for hours at a time; although it actually used to be much worse, it's still not at all unusual for me to sit in front of the screen for up to eight or so hours at a time, swear off the Internet forever like some drunk with a massive hangover, and then proceed to get shit-faced again that same day or the next day. You might think, looking at the forums and my own journal entries here, that I'm kind of a one-note canary with this whole addiction thin
Guys, or anybody that inadvertently clicks on this, I am completely addicted to the internet. I often spend hours at time on it. I've spent two and a half days in a row awake and browsing randomly. I'd like to say that this has been fun at one point, but I can't really say when that point was. Now I spend time on here because I can't imagine doing anything else. The thought that literally follows whenever I think about getting away is "...And do what?"
There's a lot of stuff out there. There's reading or watching movies or growing something or playing a musical instrument or talking to other people, for Christ's sake. And I'm missing out on