I’m amazed by how dependent I’ve become on high speed internet. At the beginning of the month Cynk wrote a post over at yeah write about how we’ve become so impatient about the speed of technology that we’re throwing ridiculous tantrums when we don’t get instant gratification. I remember writing a comment in response to the effect of “Yes! Exactly! And we’ve all come to think those crucial 15 seconds of wait time is so important. But it isn’t at least for me because you know what I spend my free 15 seconds on? Twitter. Or looking up something on wikipedia that is epically not-crucial. We need to relax and get over ourselves.”
And I would link you to Cynk’s specific article but here’s the thing: it took me 5 minutes to link you to yeah write and the “click back a page” button failed to appear because I’m travelling and the internet here is SO. SLOW. I feel like I should be getting a “100 free hours of AOL” CD-Rom in the mail and hearing the shrieking of old school dial up modems.
I mean, it’s fine. I’ll make it work. But DUDE. So many aspects of my daily routine have grown dependent on instant connectivity.
Like this blog post, for instance. Normally I write in Google Drive. Ever tried writing in Google Drive with a spotty internet connection? It goes like this: Click the “Drive” app icon. See the circle and/or hour glass of death. Wonder if the document you were planning on proofreading / editing / working on will even be available to you during the window of time you’ve carved out for it. Finally connect to said document. Type four words. See the dreaded “Trying to connect…” box pop up and mock you. Repeat 5 times. Finally copy and paste your Drive document into a non-web based word processor. Realize getting the post off the non-web based thingy and up onto WordPress might take 45 minutes. Console yourself with the fact that at least your internet dependence induced rage will spur many workouts in the name of stress release.
And it’s not like it’s just Google Drive I’ve become reliant on. There’s my gcalendar, my contacts, my entertainment, and pretty much everything else I stream or upload to a cloud which is pretty much everything ever apparently.
It even goes beyond that because I’ve become so accustomed to turning to the Internet for basics. “How do you know if this weird fish we grilled for dinner is done?” I check my favorite cooking sites. “What time is high tide?” I have no idea, but Google’s all over it. “Okay, so I’m in a place where internet connectivity isn’t the best. Where can I find good connectivity?” Hold on – I need to check the internet. Oh wait…
Insta-connectedness is now sewn into my basic algorithms.
I think Cynk’s post was spot on and I’d encourage you to read it. But my comment on it was so off base it’s not even funny because it’s not that I spend my non-insta-connected time doing Very Important Things and therefore need my internet time to go as quickly and smoothly as possible. It’s that I’ve almost forgotten how to have non-insta-connected time at all.