How the Internet Controls Me: Paul Langdon
The internet is everywhere; even in the air you breathe. It is made up of everything. It’s there when you do your homework, when you relax, or when you pay your taxes. How can something so comprehensive not be a part of my life, for better or worse? The internet hasn’t been around for too long, but I have grown up with it (as one of the first generations to do so). The internet has been, at times, the bane of my existence. It has been my addiction. It is like a girlfriend: a love/ hate relationship exists, but you always go crawling back in the end.
I am part of the few generations out of thousands to come that can say they survived “the dial tone” stage of the internet without losing sanity. I remember AOL, the exact tonal pattern of my dial up connection, and the headache those tones used to give me. I couldn’t have been older than ten or eleven when I first had the urge to go online. It was when the Disney Channel had special games on their site that synchronized with the television shows during the afternoon. I would have traded all my Power Rangers and Pokemon cards to have my username associated with a high score on those commercials. However, this was not meant to be. In general, the internet provided mild entertainment for me as a child, and no, I don’t still play those games.
I am living now in the growing stages of broadband internet, social networking sites, and streaming video. As in Colonial times, these new waters may be littered with piracy, and a need for new laws, but the rewards for discovery and breakthrough are many. I can go online and check email, and read all the pointless details of my friends lives (even some things I wish I didn’t know). Or, I could streamline the latest Jim Gaffigan comedy routine and discover if my football team has lost any more of their most valuable players. I could shop. I sometimes wonder if there is a need to leave the desk at all. That’s usually when I go to the bathroom. Doing all of these things at the same time may describe a new plateau for laziness, but ease of access to so much information is the sole reason I have for gleaning it. I don’t need to read a newspaper. That would take an hour, and I’m already spending several online. I don’t need to call my friends, if I can have several conversations at the same time on AIM, a messaging program.
I would say that the primary reason for me to go online at this age is to stay social. I have friends in many states and countries that I can only talk effectively and cheaply to from the internet. I have cousins in Spain, and I can talk to them much more on the internet than long distance over a phone line. Websites like Facebook have changed the way I communicate. I now check my email and this website multiple times daily, and keep track of news about several people’s lives. I never forget a birthday! Facebook reminds me every time. Not unlike an addiction, however, it controls a lot of my free time.
My mom always used to say that watching too much television would turn my brain to mush. This scares me, because I spend more time on the internet daily than I do watching television in a week. The only difference between them is that my fingers are cramping, and slowly developing carpel tunnel while I go on the internet, as opposed to their near-death stillness while watching television.
As I think of all the wonderful things I’ve learned from going to the internet, though, my fears melt away. I have answered too many questions by consulting the internet to count. I just built a desktop computer the week I got to State College. I was able to troubleshoot eight separate problems that I had by going onto the internet and searching for the answer. I got those answers in an average speed of five minutes from the comfort of my room, with all the parts in front of me as reference. One would assume that you could find anything online. This is what makes the internet the most frustrating.
The internet is so vast, that when I can’t find what I’m looking for I might as well give up. For me, the internet is so reliable; I’ve forgotten how to use other sources of information efficiently. The only thing more frustrating than not finding your answer on the internet is the knowledge you would have it already if your connection wasn’t so slow. The internet has been a major contributor to the mentality that gratification is instantaneous. People in my generation want starting salaries above last generation’s average for beginning employees. They want them the way they want their internet: fast, and with little work. The Slowskies, commercial advertisers for Comcast digital cable, illustrate this point in beautiful satire. Slow downloads can be agonizing for those used to faster internet speeds. I am guilty of actually yelling at the internet from my desk chair, as if it could hear me, when it is remotely erratic in behavior.
Perhaps the most interesting topic is how the internet has the potential to change the way I live in the future. What other tasks in human life that required work will be done from the computer chair? Will there still be a need for desks when the wireless phenomenon takes hold? It’s possible I could do my grocery shopping, pay my bills, or meet the love of my life. I may not know the exact way that it can affect my future, but I do know that whatever I do with it will be fundamentally different than how I use it now. When I was a boy, I used it to play games. Now, in my quest for answers to the questions of life, it is my principle resource for information. In the future it’s a possibility a career path could arise involving the creation or maintenance of websites, essentially the creation of the same media I absorbed in my youth. That would bring the entire argument “full circle”! The internet hasn’t changed since I started using it necessarily as much as my needs have changed. The beautiful path of discovery, to asking questions, to providing answers to those questions for others, is really what it’s all about: sharing knowledge.
The effect the internet has had on me is as intangible as the internet itself, because it has affected me in so many diverse and unique ways that it is no longer possible to separate my life from it. I have hated it, praised it, used it and abused it. It has been an invaluable resource to me. Whether I like it or not, it’s here to stay. And I when need it, I’ll always be glad that it’s there.












