Information Accessibility Overdose

I think I am exhausted because I often stumble and I am just frustrated by others and I have long forgotten about quiet sleep. Frequent frequency and the current time. And my fatigue is chronical, and is probably incurable, leaving me in the environment where I am today.

The fact is that so many things I don't know and so much I can't do. But I'm so tired and in my head sounds Gregorian chanting, while all the knowledge and all the information just rub around and sleeps on the mat, begging for a long-term residence permit in my brain. And where is the need to remind the world that I exist here? Even writing this blog is worthless.

My buddy hinted that it was difficult for him to talk in real life because if Google is unreachable it feels unsafe. I have noticed that I do not even try to memorize anything, because I can get everything by fingers allowing me to write down the keyboard maze, and in the worst case, just check the history of the web browser. From all this, I am very tired and running for information about the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome diagnosed by the symptoms of a familiar psychoanalyst, holding my desperate sentences in a messenger.

On the way home I definitely listen to some classical music, but I prefer Sigur Ros. In other cases, I read books and try not to miss the news. Finally by the time am at home I am tired of everything, and I'm looking for a leash, because thoughts, like coffee, thicken up like an army against my peace.

When around 10 pm I am finally in bed, I feel guilty for a while, that I spent a lot of time in vain and so much information I couldn't master.

Coupland was right by saying:
"After a week of intense googling, we've started to burn out the answer to everything. God must feel that way all the time. I think the year 2020 is going to be nostalgic for the sensation of feeling clueless. ”(D. Coupland JPod).

And all this is life and don't even try to make me realize that you live somehow differently. Not Feeling Tired?

I feel because my brain has to process all that information and try to adapt it to everyday life, and to this day one week's New York Times gives me as much information as in 18th century. a man has been doing his whole life.

What does all this mean? Where do we go? What do we become?

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