My Lover is Gmail

After a long day I can feel my brain throbbing. It’s tired and it needs a break from all the outside stimuli, but I can’t seem to stop. Having wireless installed at home was both the best and worst thing I’ve ever done. It’s fantastic for the same reasons it’s awful – I’m always in contact. There’s no such thing as a down moment, unless Telkom or Eskom has issues.

Where I’m trying to go with this is, I think I’m addicted to my laptop (specifically when it’s hooked up to the Internet). It has reached the point where I can no longer deny that I have a problem.
I can’t seem not to pickup my email. It’s the first thing I do every morning. Sometimes I do it before I say good morning to my partner. My lover is not the person who sleeps next to me. My lover is my Gmail account.

This is not healthy. I, like so many other people, have got myself sucked into this ‘respond immediately’ economy. It’s like we all believe that if we are not urgent in our responses the world will stop spinning.  Or, worse, the world will stop needing us.

You know what really makes my skin crawl? It’s not spiders, it’s not snakes, it is unread and unanswered emails. I hate the feeling of an overloaded inbox. It’s a sad day when you discover your best friend is also you’re worst enemy.

Excuse me while I weep a few tears.