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Dreading the computer |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
It was summer, the sun burning high in the sky, the wood porch in the back was high, on the second floor, a table and umbrella were there and I was sitting, thinking peacefully and in silence, the birds were sweeping the sky, making afternoon shadows, the clouds slowly drifted past, the winds were soft; I was reading the series Wheel of Time, it was 8:30 a.m. and yet I was not tired, nobody was in the house but me, and I looked at the yard that I mowed last evening, for my mom, all was beautiful and green and growing- the wind softly blowing past me gave me chills because of summer camp at Eberly Farms, where I had worked with deaf children, and how I had fallen in love with someone- to the extent that I couldn't speak. Then my thoughts turned, and the sun was rising, the sunrays tearing the horizons like a sky orb burning, and the sunlight hurt my eyes as it reflected off the book, so I decided to go to the store to get a few things for I was going to see a friend that day. So with the car keys I drove to the store, bought some gatorade and gum and candy, and drove back home, feeling entirely refreshed by the strawberry kiwi gatorade that I consider my favorite, and I was feeling very strong from the running I had been doing… but at that instant I felt a loneliness hit me, for I missed the laughter at summer camp and the kids who smiled at me and asked me questions. The last day, they had a dunking booth, and all the kids picked the volunteer workers they wanted to dunk, I chose the director of the camp to be dunked, and got her twice so it was pretty funny, then this girl comes up and says to me, "I am going to dunk you!" as I walked to the dunking booth and sat on that white board, laughing at her telling her that she couldn't dunk me… then I fell, and the hose water was so cold! But later in the afternoon the group goes swimming, I lose my left contact while swimming, then drive back home and in the mirror I check, and hit pure pupil while trying to find the contact, so back to the eye doctor it is! As camp is done, I feel a little down knowing there is nothing to do… so instantly I get on the computer play the game Might and Magic VII, and within two weeks, the game is done, I feel tired, my mind is spinning, my face is pale with weariness from the addiction, for I had nothing better to do, and I remember those nights I stayed up till 6 a.m. constantly playing the game without stop… thinking, "Why can't I get a job? My mom is moving, and I do not have enough time for a job…" I get addicted to Passions in Poetry next, a second addiction and I feel a little unusual because I have not run in a month, I have not socialized with my family much, and I have forgotten to call my friends; a beautiful summer turns tragic as I can not find anything else to do, then after leaving Passions in Poetry for a month, I feel full of energy and wake up early again but then I come to college on August 28th, and for two weeks I go to the Student Life Center everyday to run miles and play basketball with my friends- then fatigue hits me for two days straight I can barely walk without feeling like falling, and I take what I believe was a break, and start writing to Passions in Poetry again. All of a sudden the addiction reaches out and takes me by the throat and my body degenerates as I sit at the computer hours without end, weeks without end, I drift away from my friends and lose my consistent e-mail habits; now, another friend icqs me, asking me to get on UO, which is Ultima Online, an online role-playing game, where a medieval world is in the making- he is my long-time friend and he has found a great guild and asks me to come back to the game, so I say OK, I will try and see how I like it. Now, I am addicted to UO and not Passions in Poetry anymore… and this is the burning question… why are all of those addictions on the computer? I could drop this computer out the window and all my present addictions would be sabotaged, as the computer lies a electrifying heap on the ground; alas, my computer is required for school work because almost 100% of my English homework is done on a web site, and also I need e-mail and aim and icq to keep in touch with my family and friends. I am frustrated with the addictions, the addictions are those which require constant attention. I have two words: help me! [This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 10-11-1999).] |
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Paul Hoekman Member
since 1999-12-28
Posts 382Harwinton Ct. U>S>A> |
WOW quite the novel! Well Artur I've had my share of addictions and I don't think you should worry too much about this one as long as you stay away from the other ones. Forum My Refocus Headed out into the world compass in my hand boots on my feet pack on my back thumb in the air and acres and acres of changing land. Itt's me who's really changing the land really stays the same. So long like a jagged cliff overhanging a mist filled ragging gorge now a field of golden wheat blowing in a summer breeze ever since being born again. But I've been downloading to an upgrade scandisk then defrag deleting every cookie clogging up my hard drive surfing into the sunset but not on a board and feeling I'm being pulled away by technology from my Lord. Since I've found your forum you've brought me back to focus the WORD will always be more powerful than this machine that sits before us. |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Hey Paul, The poem is much appreciated. I do remember that I used to be able to live without computers, but that was before I knew computers. We can't change the land, but we can change ourselves. quote: How true. Thank you |
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