My laptop stopped working today. It sputtered and gasped and wheezed. And then…kaput. And I? I raged, raged against the dying of the byte.
I was moments away from giving it mouth-to-mouse.
But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I begged, no amount of CPR (Central Processor Resuscitation) succeeded in booting it back to life. As we speak, it’s in intensive care at the Toshiba service centre at Siam Paragon in Bangkok. Visiting hours are 9 to 5. Prayers and flowers are graciously accepted.
Laptop, we had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song like your hard drive have all gone. We had dreams of Club Med, but you ended up in Betty Ford.
I miss you laptop. I miss your quirks, your eccentricities. That cluster of fading pixels. That special little thing you did with the “f” key. Warts and all, you were always by my side. And now you are not.
But I think that’s perhaps a good thing.
You were the first thing I reached for in the morning. Your soothing blue screen kept watch over me at night. In some ways, you were holding me back. And it’s time I cut the cord. I was spending too much time with you laptop. Far more than is healthy. Now I have to find alternate ways to fill my void. I may even have to pick up a book. Or go outside.
What a concept.
The amount of time I spend online is matched only by the amount of time I spend thinking I should be online. As a travel blogger, it’s all about keeping up experiences. Yes, experiences. And it’s hard to experience much if you’re liking, tweeting, stumbling, and commenting every waking moment. My laptop may have died, but my social media presence will be the real casualty. And is that so terrible?
I love reading other blogs. It’s what got me to start one in the first place. But the social media maelstrom sucks you in, and at times seems just plain impossible to work your way out of.
“Just 5 more comments and I’ll work on my post.”
“Crap, I never liked anything on Facebook today.”
“Just a few more retweets and I’ll get those photos for the next article ready.”
“Only one more…”
The thing is there is never just one more, there is just more. And when it borders on chore-dom, the fun is conspicuously absent. So the lack of a computer has put me on a temporary hiatus from Twitter, Stumbleupon, Facebook and all those other sites designed not only to share my work, but also to give me my fair share of guilt that I’m not sharing enough of the work of others.
Six months ago I didn’t even know I HAD a Klout score. Why should I be concerned it’s going to drop?
You were a time thief laptop. It’s time I take my time back.
Now, who wants to go outside?