My laptop is my prime source of information and
entertainment. I was enjoying excellent
internet service for three weeks, watching television (with a licence) and
playing those online games that I had been unable to indulge in while living
with my parents because they only had internet to one computer and that was a
very old one with stronger defences against downloads than the Pentagon. Then one Thursday morning I woke up and it
had gone. I explained this to the
landlord and his wife explained it to him again in Lithuanian. He rooted around but nothing changed and now
I am left bereft. Yes, there are other
things I can do. I still have games that
run off disk and do not need me to log on to Steam or Blizzard. Living with my parents I built up a good
range of DVDs from charity shops which can last me a while. To some extent I can still write
fiction. However, I find unable to apply
myself to any of these things.
I discussed this problem with the woman who used to live in
my house. She had no internet connection
for three weeks when a worker cut through the telephone line near her house. Getting this resolved proved a nightmare as
her provider has no control over the physical provision and even BT’s abilities
to repair it were hampered by what work the council would permit. This loss of internet affected her even more
than me as she was unable to pay her rent or apply for housing benefit or a
motorcycle licence and certainly found it impossible to apply for most jobs she
is qualified for or to find property to rent in order to restart her
business. However, like me, she also
found that there were mental effects, she found herself unable to concentrate
even on activities that did not require the internet; she would go to bed
earlier so that the evenings would not seem so long and dreary. I am suffering these precise symptoms and
cannot write even though, in fact, I have fewer distractions than normal. Partly I have become so used to checking
facts online that now I do not trust myself to write without making grave
errors that I might not spot. This sense
has been fostered by online reviewers who see a book as completely contemptuous
if it gets even very minor facts wrong, or indeed, diverges from the ‘accepted’
viewpoint on a topic.
It is incredible how mentally an internet connection has not
only become necessary in order to carry out various activities, but we feel
somehow debilitated when it is not there.
I am going to see if I can buy some add-on to enable me to link to cloud
provision as otherwise I see my life suffering because I have lost my
connection to this mental umbilical cord.
The only benefit seems to be that I am now in a better position to
understand the feelings that teenagers feel when they have lost their
smartphone or have not checked it in the past ten minutes.