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My mother thinks I’m an internet addict. And I think she’s right.

I am addicted to communication. I am addicted to telling people about my life. To expressing myself. To finding out what’s happening to people I never get to meet up with.

I get a rush from discussing writing, grammar, and the wonder of the Oxford Comma. I get a high from writing a quote or an obscure reference, and knowing that the people who read it will get the joke. There is nothing quite as thrilling as confessing that you’ve made maps of imaginary countries, and having five people chime in to say “Well, of course you have. Who hasn’t?” It is fantastic to mention an episode of tv, and have someone correct you on the details – and to know that the correction was totally justified, because it does matter!

After a lifetime of feeling extremely odd, it is amazing to discover a whole world of people who think the same way that I do.

I am addicted to the internet, but only in the same way that I’m addicted to showers. I don’t need either to survive, but they make my life so much nicer. And I will continue to participate in both for as long as there is water and bandwidth left.

Hi. I’m Maryanne. And I’m an internet addict.