Post by account_disabled on Jan 1, 2024 6:47:48 GMT
The idea of reducing the number of weekly publications again has been floating around in my head for a few months. The reasons behind this choice are various and I will try to illustrate them. When it was born, the blog published only 2 articles a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then he went to 7 weekly posts, then dropped to 4. And now he reduces the number again, halves it, in fact. Growing dissatisfaction with everything It is a feeling of general dissatisfaction. I still like reading, writing, going to the cinema, to the mountains. However, I feel a lack of stimulation, as if all reality no longer stimulated me. It's difficult to explain, because to tell the truth I don't really know what this dissatisfaction is either. I just know it's there. Web fatigue in general Even though I think the internet is the most brilliant invention of the 20th century, I preferred the world before the web.
The internet made me tired. Social media has made me tired. Writing emails, reading online, creating content for the web made me tired. I no longer see anything beautiful, satisfying or interesting in all of this. Maybe it's just a passing feeling, maybe not. But I think that all this eagerness for connection, for virtual contact is terribly wrong. We have not Special Data been able to use the web, we have abused it. People walk down the street without looking where they are stepping, they run into you because they are typing on their smartphone. At least 2 out of 3 people behind the wheel do not look at the road, but at the smartphone they are typing on. This is not normal.
Desire to disconnect from technology I started not turning on the computer on Saturdays and Sundays. At the weekend I want to completely disconnect. I also started turning off my cell phone connection around 8pm and turning it back on at least 12 hours later. You don't need to always be connected and reachable. But what happened to private life? At the weekend I dedicate myself to other hobbies, I've started drawing again, for example, and I'm enjoying it more and more. Fewer blog posts also means less time in front of the computer. It's not good to spend too many hours in front of the screen, neither for your eyes nor for your body in general. Lack of good ideas for posts I start thinking about the articles to write, I come up with a dozen ideas, I write them down, and then I turn only 2 or 3 of them into posts. The rest seems invalid to me, it doesn't generate any thoughts.
The internet made me tired. Social media has made me tired. Writing emails, reading online, creating content for the web made me tired. I no longer see anything beautiful, satisfying or interesting in all of this. Maybe it's just a passing feeling, maybe not. But I think that all this eagerness for connection, for virtual contact is terribly wrong. We have not Special Data been able to use the web, we have abused it. People walk down the street without looking where they are stepping, they run into you because they are typing on their smartphone. At least 2 out of 3 people behind the wheel do not look at the road, but at the smartphone they are typing on. This is not normal.
Desire to disconnect from technology I started not turning on the computer on Saturdays and Sundays. At the weekend I want to completely disconnect. I also started turning off my cell phone connection around 8pm and turning it back on at least 12 hours later. You don't need to always be connected and reachable. But what happened to private life? At the weekend I dedicate myself to other hobbies, I've started drawing again, for example, and I'm enjoying it more and more. Fewer blog posts also means less time in front of the computer. It's not good to spend too many hours in front of the screen, neither for your eyes nor for your body in general. Lack of good ideas for posts I start thinking about the articles to write, I come up with a dozen ideas, I write them down, and then I turn only 2 or 3 of them into posts. The rest seems invalid to me, it doesn't generate any thoughts.