What do you think of this personal narrative?

[The cool one...]

It was a cold and dreary winter afternoon, you know; the kind that makes you want to curl up in a ball and sleep until summer. I’d been at school all day and was looking forward to an afternoon of no homework, an afternoon in which I could slip on my pajamas and stay in bed till morning, an afternoon filled with tumblr and twitter and no cares to be had. When I got home and turned on my ipod not one of the 3 familiar lines found in the top left corner of the screen was lit up.
No lit up lines; No wifi.
My heart literally skipped a beat, internet was important to me, more important than it probably should have been. I quickly called my dad to figure out how long this lack of internet was going to last. I hoped for ten maybe fifteen minutes at the worst but my hopes were quickly extinguished when he told me the internet would be out for the rest of the day. Internet was my life; I couldn’t survive ten minutes let alone the rest of the day without some sort of social media.
I sat on my bed wondering what I was supposed to do for the next four hours without any social media or internet. Soon my wondering turned into thoughts, thoughts of impossible things. I imagined what life would be like in china, I imagined what the first man on the moon thought when his foot didn’t touch the surface quiet as fast as he had pictured, I imagined how much better my life would be if I would just change some of the little things (like the amount of time I was on the internet for example).
My thoughts grew and grew till my mind just couldn’t hold them any longer I rustled through my desk drawer till I came up with a blank piece of paper and I started writing. At first it wasn’t much but before long I had to find more paper to fit all my thoughts. It didn’t matter how much my hand was starting to hurt or how uncomfortable my chair was, it didn’t matter that it was almost dinner time or that I was still wearing my uncomfortable but oh so fashionable shoes, it just mattered that all these emotions; grief, anger, despair, and even happiness, were finally finding their way out. I had hid behind this mask of who people (including me) thought I was but it wasn’t until that afternoon that I found myself. I never fully understood how important it was to let my emotions out in this simple, almost beautiful way until that cold afternoon.
I no longer take refuge behind the safety of the internet. I am no longer just a piece in this game we call social media. I discovered myself on a seemingly simple cold and bleak afternoon, a day that could’ve been just been filled with more blogging and tweeting but was instead an afternoon full of change and innovation.

[jac the hat]

wow! go girl! that was a great read! - I am 66 and just the other day deleted my e-mail account because I realised how much I wanted to give and get personally hand written letters by post - I am not all that sure that I have a society to belong to any more because of all the latest must -have technological gew- gaws but maybe making a stand and finding myself again is at least a start - I never got a mobile and dont watch live TV but the internet was really getting to me - like checking my e-mails many times a day just getting habits I could really do without - it is pretty addictive . Well done you for getting to your creativity.