Internet, You’re My Tool.

Putting technology in its place.

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If I need a car, if I need information, if I need to talk to someone…to arrange a meeting.

If I need a place to sleep, if I need to know what time a store closes, an event begins.

You’re not my lover, you’re not my friend.

You’re not going to harass and bully me into submission. You’re not going to make me afraid to go outside, to travel, to go to countries where people don’t speak the languages I speak.

You’re not going to shove me into an echo chamber based on my age and political beliefs…a place where I will scream my beliefs and I’ll hear only myself agreeing with me, and I’ll smile at my own regurgitated opinion re-framed and shouted back to me, from the safety, the comfort behind a screen.

You’re not going to make me feel unsafe and scared only to comfort me and reward me for basing my reality in you.

That is abuse.

Just so you know.

You’re not going to alienate me from the world.

You’re my tool. When you are not useful, I put you away.

You’re not useful for everything.

As much as you saturate our lives, I don’t need you to enjoy a day at the beach. To look at…