/lit/ - Literature

My legs dangle a few centimeters over the ground as i sit on the toilet. I could sit a bit tilted forward but that‘s not helping with my constipation. I forgot my foot rest again but at least i got my phone. My brain is all over the place. There are 58 tabs open in my browser, from color-hex.com over fallingwater.com to twellmann.ch.
I‘ve tried to go without my phone many times before. It usually doesn‘t last long until i cave. It‘s not that i want to message or call anyone or be contacted by anyone that usually makes me reach for the phone contrary to my resolutions. It‘s that my mind is constantly darting from one idea or question to another and it is almost unbearable to not look them up. My das told me that when he was a teen, he would write notes about questions he had that nobody could knew could answer and then once every two months or so, he would go to the library and try to find an answer. That sounds comfy and like it would less likely result in schizophrenia but it also sounds annoying and like it would result in greatly diminished knowledge. I am constantly torn between thinking the internet is a blessing for providing us access to almost everything humans know in a matter of seconds to believing it is a curse for it leaves little place for our own thoughts and experiences. When i was a kid, i got my first phone at age 12. it was a nokia 3310 if i remember correctly and it was mint green, which was very cool since everyone else had it in silver or black. In hindsight i am very happy i grew up without phone with cameras. I don‘t know how kids today survive this. I guess the only way to not go insane over it is to not know anything else.