Plugged In Or Death

I'm addicted to technology. There, I've said it. I know I'm not alone.

I'm addicted to online access. When it disappears or refuses me entry, I begin to tremble. I definitely know I'm not alone.

My six year old son Ben was trying to get into his profile at poptropica.com and no matter what password he tried it wouldn't let him in the door. Frustrated, stressed and trembling like his father, Ben's eyes were full of water.

"I know it's frustrating Ben, but why the tears?" I asked. "There is no need to cry."

"But crying is just what happens when I get frustrated," he blurted out.

"I hear you son."

We are addicted to technology and when that technology fails, our coping mechanisms are sadly underdeveloped.

Over the past two weeks, my extra appendage (BlackBerry) has randomly been going numb, dead really, sometimes several times a day. What is going on? Are these things built to strategically crap out just beyond their warranty period? ("Yes, absolutely!" you're thinking)

I am my best self when plunked in front of my laptop with all systems working--no question. Preferably I'm in the chair I'm sitting in as I type this with a glass of water close by and soft jazz playing in the background--powered up, plugged in, perfect!

March 19, 2010 - 193.2 pounds, 26.4% body fat

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