Click.

Staring at the screen, waiting.

Click.

Time to check again, see if there is anything new.

Click.

Still nothing.

Click.

I know just how silly this all is, the obsessive refreshing, obsessive checking for messages, for new updates. Welcome to the age of technology. Welcome to the age of impatience. The age of simultaneous solitude. We can sit alone and yet be together. Sometimes anonymously, sometimes a near-instantaneous connection with an old friend. Near or far, it does not matter.

Click.

I can't help myself. There might be something. A new email, a message, an interesting tidbit to help me assuage the restlessness that claims me over and over.

Click.

I can think of a ton of things I could be doing, so many options. Yet nothing holds my attention. I feel like my mind is going in one thousand directions all at once and unable to continue in any of them.

Click.

Now? Nope, still nothing. Not even spam.

Click.

Not just one page. No, multiple pages, hoping that one of them might offer something of interest, but still finding nothing to hold my attention.

Click.

Staring over at a messenger window, wondering why there is no one there. Why does everyone else seem to have something else to do? Everyone but me, that is. Of course I have other things to do, and yet I find myself wishing something would appear. A new message, an update. An email. Anything.

Click.

Wait, is that...? Could it be...? It is! Hmmm, now isn't that interesting?

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Most people are guilty of wasting time checking email, looking at facebook, eying an instant messenger looking for someone to chat with at one time or another. This is a story of just what could come from it.

updated Dec 4 '08 by CheshireGrin