Allow me to backpedal a little from that statement: I think my reliance on the internet has broken my brain.
Let’s say I’m writing something important and I stop to think about the best way to word a phrase. My fingers, then, automatically open up Safari and I click through Facebook, Twitter, and my emails. That’s not what thinking means, fingers.
My cursor travels a worn path, zipping from page to page and landing on nothing in particular. Email, work email, Facebook, Twitter, blogs, YouTube, email, work email, Facebook, Twitter, blogs, YouTube, email, work email, Facebook...
And my eyes, being the idiots that they are, just lazily watch, only focusing on things that seem able to entertain for at most four minutes.
My brain’s broken.
Either that or my fingers have a mind of their own and they’re trying to break my brain.
Or they’ve already broken my brain, and my fingers and my brain are working together to turn me into a human clicking machine that single-handedly (or -fingeredly) keeps the internet going. It’s all just a ploy by the internet itself to take over the world.
Okay, I take it back again. The internet has broken my brain.
