Sorry, bu
t I need to vent. I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with digs and barbs and snarky comments about people like me who “live on the Internet”. To those who criticize, I have a simple two-word response: “So what!”
So I fire-up the E-edition of my daily morning newspaper as soon as my feet hit the floor. And half-hour podcasts-through-earbuds are what puts me to sleep at night. Big whoop!
I still exercise every day – for at least twenty minutes! – with a great personal trainer … Lumosity. Trust me, nothing gets my heart rate up faster than a Level Seven session of “Train of Thought” or good game of “Playing Koi”.
And I still read a lot, as I’ve done all my life. It just happens to be off a screen instead of a printed page. Is there a crime here?
Spare me the projections of superiority of those who say they could never give up the feel of a newspaper that one can “hold and fold”. They are, no doubt, related to those who can’t imagine using a Kindle because they like the smell of a book. (Really? And I’m the one who’s weird?)
Not that I owe anyone an explanation as to how I spend my time – and where – but I enjoy being on the Internet. The World Wide Web was designed for me, always the curious type who loved encyclopedias as a child. Since I can remember, I’ve been a “wonderer”, not a “wanderer”. When a dear friend mocked me recently, calling me a “fact-finding mother f**ker”, I know she said it with love and respect.
Are there other things I could be doing? Of course. Like volunteering at a soup kitchen. Or, I suppose they still need help curing cancer. But, for now, leave me alone. I just want to read the Internet!