Internet Anxiety Disorder Anyone?

Broadband brings the world right to your laptop or your handheld. With it comes information, and along with it comes desire to stay connected, and on top of everything. Welcome to Internet Anxiety Disorder, a malaise that is more problematic than that blog fatigue.

Back in the early 1990s, the blinking light of a voice mail machine greeted me every evening when I walked into my Astoria, Queens’ apartment, after searching for a job or doing odd jobs during the day. The red LED’s every blink either held a promise of a new start, or perhaps disappointment of being stuck in a rut. Occasionally, there would be a message from one of my dozen odd friends. Still, that damn blinking light caused me anxiety, a lot of it.

A decade later, voice having been replaced by more instantaneous forms of communications , broadband enabled of course, I find myself suffering from a new more intense form of anxiety which I call the Internet anxiety disorder. Let me elaborate.

We live in an always on, ever connected world. My phone, wireless and wired rings constantly, and missed calls and voice mails pile-up even before the coffee stops brewing early in the morning. There are tips from sources, a friend on east coast on his way to work wanting to recap the Yankees game, and an occasional message of concern from mom! Time to boot up the computer and be greeted by an early morning assault of emails, sometimes as many as 100, and that’s before Sun’s first rays caress the Coit Tower. A quick puff of Dunhill and the newsreader shows, 1000 unread posts. A few instant messages!

By the time I get to office, I feel I am in data smog. As the day progresses, the emails pile-up, many unanswered for days because the feeling of being overwhelmed. The damn posts keep rising and rising, hitting 2000. Phone calls with sources, only add to the content flowing into the brain. I find myself falling behind on answering emails, reading stuff and even just contemplating. Phone calls, are shorter, terse and often remiss of any politeness.

Welcome to the age of info-clutter!

Today in my apartment at any given point there are six to ten books, open, partly read. Magazine articles, clipped for later reference, and half assembled notes. The disjointed conversations that I have read in Net News Wire are jumbled up, often making me wonder what was I wanting to write/blog about to begin with. Multitasking gone wild?

On a more personal level this constant flow of info-gusher right into the brain is going to have a negative effect eventually. Irritability, the inevitable desire to keep up with what’s happening – everywhere. The dreaded question: what did I miss? What’s happening in the world out there? I feel I can react, not ponder. Forget the sound bites, are all becoming victim to the dread blog bite. That one line zinger, that one bit of snark which either others will love or hate.

Broadband while great has its side effects. The rush to catch-up and living a six megabits per second lifestyle, is what I think is going to be first major malaise of the 21st century – Internet anxiety disorder. Are you seeing the signs of this? Because I am.

Blake Ross: I really believe the Internet hardwires developing brains with a click-happy sense of urgency that will not defer to reality. We are addicted to information and seek it even when we know it’s not available.

Nerd Attention Deficiency Disorder/ I need rapid fire content delivery in short, clever, punch phrases. Stop reading right now and take a look at your desktop. How many things are you doing right now in addition to reading this column? Folks, this isn’t multi-tasking. This is advanced case of Nerd Attention Deficiency Disorder. I am unable to function at my desktop unless I’ve got, at least, five things going on at the same time. If your count came close, you’re probably afflicted, as well.

Justin Blanton: The Internet has a way of making us want to peer around the corner, to look over the edge, to click on the next link %u2014 in short, it exacerbates the human desire to learn and share.

Russell Beattie: I wonder what that sensory thing is that I’m trying to duplicate is? Is it learning? Am I addicted to learning? Is that a bad thing (Yes. Any time you use the word addicted it’s a bad thing). Or is it the sheer novelness – I can’t wait to discover something ‘new’?