My name is Ngozi.
I'm new at this. I've only been doing it for five days.
But...
Sometimes... it happens more than once in a day.
I find myself needing a fix...at least three times a day now.
It's all I think about.
It's all I dream about.
And now it's all I blog about.
This would be my introduction if Blogger's Anonymous existed. I put my hands up, I've caught the blogging bug! Its infectious and I feel it work its way down to my fingertips as they gravitate towards my keyboard.
I usually can't stop talking, so I don't know why it surprises me so much that typing is pretty much the same for me.
I find myself listening to conversations with the sole purpose of deciding whether they can be turned into a post. When my brother told me he was bored, I told him to start a blog. When my friend lamented about the slowness of her diet, I insisted that she must blog about it. When I woke up, I blogged about it.
I seem to want to blog about everything and anything. To make this easier to achieve, I ordered a keypad for my tablet so I can blog on the go. Then I ordered a back up keyboard for that keyboard...just in case. In the meantime, I've been using the notes app on my Iphone. Since the battery only lasts about 5 minutes, I now carry around my Iphone 3GS as a back up blogging device.
Today (as I was waiting for my hairdresser), I got so carried away with writing that I used up the battery life on both phones. I'm not even joking when I say that I was close to tears. The only other feeling that came close to that was when I lost reception on my phone in that annoying spot between Wandsworth Common and Clapham Junction. I actually felt my blood pressure as it rose.
My sister actually told me to slow down with the blogging. I knew she was right. It makes sense to only publish one post a day (even that is excessive for some), and save some for days when ideas are harder to come by. But I can't help myself. I've realised that I have an addictive personality.
If I like a pair of jeans, I'll buy them in every possible colour. When I like a song, I listen to it on repeat until I'm sick of it. I binge watch all of my favourite TV shows. I watched the entire season 2 of Orange is the New Black in less than 24 hours. I watched it so quickly that I had no idea what had happened as the whole season became a blur. I didn't exercise for the first 23 years of my life and then started doing so almost daily for the rest of it.
I don't do things by halves.
I've realised that I wouldn't want to live in a world without the internet. The other night, my broadband started playing up and I was unable to watch anything. I sat in complete stillness for a good 15 minutes trying to think of what an alternative would be.
I rely on being able to get online a lot more than I realised. There are some people that I don't even contact any more because I can just go onto their facebook and instagram accounts and see what they're up to. I still find it weird when I meet young people with no online presence. Unless it's a guy. In that case, I usually just assume he's a player trying to hide the evidence.
I've been out to lunch with a friend who sits impassively across the table from me, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. So I'm startled when my phone buzzes to let me know that I have been tagged into the location on Facebook, where I'm said to be having a 'fab lunch with my favourite chick, smiley face, thumbs up, love heart'. At the end of the meal, we take a quick but obligatory selfie making it look like we had the time of our lives. In reality, we hated our meals and just moaned about the fact that we will probably never save up enough for a deposit on a house in our lifetimes.