As I was writing my last blog post about my New Year’s Resolutions, a fifth resolution came to mind: Stop pretending I hate being “plugged in.”
This thought came about as I was walking across the train station parking lot while finishing up the blog entry on my phone. So I have a confession… I have a slight addiction to technology and I’m a sucker for social media.
I had no choice really. Just like Prince William, being born into the royal family with no option other than to one day be King. I was born at the beginning of what has since been titled the “Millennial” generation to a computer systems’ analyst with a hobby of collecting computer parts. I was the only kid typing my book reports in first grade and by fifth grade I had figured out way too much about the capabilities of the Internet, which at that point was serviced through Prodigy. (Yes, were talking pre-AOL days here.)
So really, I was born into it. A whole society on the brink of plugging their thumbs into an socket with my dad among the ringleaders. I had no choice.
Nowadays, I often comment about how much I dislike being “plugged in” all the time. I am washed over with a sense of peace and relaxation when I travel abroad or just outside of cell phone range. I even feel quite relieved when I forget my phone at home for the day, free from the expectation of instantaneous response.
On top of that, Facebook irritates the hell out of me. It causes arguments and resentment, adding aggravation to my already stressful lifestyle. Secrets cease to exist — even if you choose not to share yourself on this network of false pretenses, someone you know will share a piece of yourself for you. Imagine all the photos you are in that you have no idea are out there.
Seriously, I hate being plugged in!
But I love it at the same time! I am ready to admit that as much as I love to think that one day I will create my own ‘unplugged’ world, I will not. Especially now that my mobile communication capabilities have advanced to a whole new level by joining the iPhone cult.
I love being able to blog on my WordPress App (where I am writing this from at the moment), stay up-to-date on the array of food/dating/girlie/travel blogs listed in my MobileRSS App and Skype on with my long-distance ladies on-the-go.
Not to mention, as much as I roll my eyes at Facebook, the majority of my blog hits come through FB and Twitter postings (I have no grievances with Twitter and don’t think I ever will — the majority of the events, recipes and blogs I enjoy I’ve found through Twitter. It’s a gold mine of enjoyment with little fallout!) Additionally, the amount of help and support I get from my online network, with regards to career questions and inspiration, raising money for charity events and further connecting with people I’d have never have the opportunity to communicate with otherwise, is remarkable.
With that said, I am proud to be an Millennial.
I may be extremely — and I mean, extremely — impatient, speak in 140-character sentences filled with acronyms and have an ridiculously low threshold for boredom, but so do all my peers, so we’ll just continue to keep each other busy.
I vow to quit complaining about my use of technology and recognize it for the pluses its contributed to my life.
Wait, I’ll BRB… my email alert just ‘dinged,’ a push notification popped up, its my turn at Scrabble and I need to restart my playlist.