I Didn’t Have Internet for a Year Because

for one, I was a broke college student and much less preferred food over Facebook.

For almost the entirely of 2015, I didn’t pay for internet in my apartment. That is not to say I still didn’t indulge in various social media outlets from time to time (nearing and sometimes going over my phone data limits every month). I definitely did.

What I did discover from this unintentional experiment is how much peace and quiet a lack of internet gave me over endless drama, extravagance, and distraction.

Rather than endlessly scrolling down feeds to see how other people’s lives fared over my own, I wrote poetry, bought old VHS tapes from Goodwill to pair with cheap ass white wine, and knocked out an entire thesis over the course of the semester that I diligently worked on every Saturday afternoon (read it here if you wish!).

I’m not trying to sound hipster- I merely found ways to entertain myself.

I mentioned this fact about myself over a thread that required responses for one of my English classes. The reaction was actually quite positive. People were amazed and jealous that I could seclude myself so much from the rest of the world. They made it sound like I was a neo-Jack Kerouac, concealing myself in some distant mountaintop hideaway, when in reality, I was just lazy and didn’t care much for the spoils of society. I had my own handful of friends, with whom I could pile in the back of a white SUV at a moment’s notice to go venture down the barren, industrial landscape of Akron, Ohio. Or with whom I could rendezvous with at noir dive bars or sneak into empty theaters at night to steal bottles of Fireball and cans of Corona (hypothetically, of course).

You can do all these things with a trusty internet connection, but I like to think I had more fun without it.

Courtesy of Wikipedia Commons. View from balcony