I was so painfully shy growing up that I didn’t speak until the eighth grade. And I only spoke then because I was cast a part in a play and I got to be a character that wasn’t me.
I didn’t discover the Internet until 1996, and I discovered it while attending one last discussion at the college library to get one last credit to complete my B.A. degree. (I was in the last typewriting class ever taught at Cut Bank High School, and I graduated from college having never “googled” a single term for a single paper.)
The Internet was magic. Email was magic. Chatrooms were magic. The Internet gave a really self-effaced, introverted, pathologically quiet person a voice. Because of the Internet, I met people, made friends, got married, had a life. But I kind of wish we could go back.
There will (probably) never again be a world without screens and phones and a 24/7 bombardment of information about all of the world, all of the time. It’s making us crazy and destroying us. But, I mean, I’m never going to pick up a landline and call somebody, so…
This doesn’t have anything to do with goats. Not really. Just a general assessment of life over 30 years. Thirty years living with the Internet. I wonder what life would’ve looked like without it?
(It goes without saying, but The Internet Is Made Of Cats. @rathergoodstuff on YouTube. I guess the good outweighs the bad.)
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