The words contained in this here journal may not make much sense and they may not bear any relation to reality but one thing is for sure, they'll contain the word pasty.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Well I’m back from my journey to Scilly and I can, without question, that it’s been the finest month of my life. I’ve spent all my time doing things I love, with people I love, in a place I love; it’s tough to beat that surely! Being in such a position one is always likely to develop a new outlook on life, the universe, and everything in it. The thought foremost in my mind is that I really don’t enjoy the internet as much as I thought I did, that maybe I’m wasting my time being on here so much.
When I was in Scilly I had but half an hour of internet access every four or five days, it was enough to send a couple of e-mails to my nearest and dearest and nothing else. What really surprised me was the fact I did not miss the internet in the slightest while I was there, the internet I thought I was dependant on. Sure I missed the people; I have some wonderful friends on here, some I hope never to lose touch with, but to be honest I feel as though I could pull the modem cable out of the wall and not care tuppence. I spend hours and hours online at the moment, hours and hours in which I could build or learn or play or watch. Instead I sit on here never actually achieving anything, never actually getting anywhere. I’m a self-confessed lazy buggar but that really doesn’t shield me from the fact that when I’m on the internet I’m generally not enjoying myself as much as I could be doing something else. It’s great fun when I’m having a good natter with someone in yahoo messenger, I love that, but at least two thirds of my internet time is spent simply drifting round the same old sites, through the same old forums, and it’s this time which is just not rewarding enough for me.
So what am I going to do about it? Well I’m going to play a lot of computer games, go on an old nostalgia trip in the process. I’ve got loads of books to read and that piano keyboard sat beneath my bed. My bike needs servicing too as well as plenty of riding so hopefully I can get fit in the coming months.
Where the sudden desire to play computer games has come from I don’t know; I’ve not played one properly for over a year due to getting slightly bored with them and finding the internet again. Now my brain has decided that it just can’t cope with the minuscule level of interest and stimulus offered by the net and it wants to jump back into those wonderful places I used to escape to as a child. Much like I used to escape to Scilly once a year I guess. It’s something I KNOW I’ll enjoy more than posting on the web board and have known all this time, I just ignored the fact for some reason.
Plans for this weekend: Village fete and sleeping at Jono’s, no need for the internet there, and hopefully next week I will meet up with Hannah (A good friend from Scilly I saw but a week ago in that fine place).
If this journal goes silent in the near future you can be sure that wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I’m having fun.
