I am addicted to work.
Not work-work, like the work I get paid to do. Oh no. That would be too easy. No, I’m addicted to the work I don’t get paid to do. This is the grand epiphany I experienced during my long weekend sans Iggy the Powerbook (RIP).
I tried to keep busy. Friday after work I had drinks with one group of friends and then dinner and more drinks with another group (the second group composed primarily of skeptics, including my new friend: the atheist Craigslist fellow!). I spent Saturday riding my bike all over town on a Zelda-like mission to cure ailing Iggy–first to the library for research, then home to call repair places, then back to the library to get instructions for some DIY repair, then home to DIY, then to the hardware store for the right tools, then to Radio Shack for the same, then back home. By that time the library was closed and Iggy was no better, so I was faced with a few hours of alone time before I was due to meet a friend for a rocking show. No e-mails to answer, no blog to update, no forums to moderate, no topics to research, no essays to write, no music to listen to, no movies to watch, no Doctor Who to download, no Internet to surf. Just me.
Okay, just me and two little cats who thought that this was the greatest thing ever. Instead of my normal habit of working on the computer all the time, I would now be spending my free hours in the papasan reading and scratching bellies.
By Monday (the Memorial Day holiday, so the library was closed), I had grown accustomed to my new lifestyle, and damn it was nice. I spent most of the day lounging in front of breezy windows, working my way through God: A Biography, The End of Faith, and an awesomely immense Encylopedia of Mythology, all of which I picked up at the library book sale for $7 total. Then I cleaned my apartment, hung up a light, and started a big painting project. It occurred to me that these are the things I could do all the time if I gave up owning a computer and home Internet access. Would my life be better? Would I be happier?
I guess I’ll never know since I’m picking up my new MacBook tonight. What can I say … I miss Doctor Who.*
*Yeah, yeah, and working on Skepchick.