Say No to Netflix and Chill Hannah Freibert

Technology. Techknowledgey. That doesn't actually provide some kind of smooth introduction into this post I just thought it was really cool. Anyways, I could go on for quite some time about all the things technology does for us. Google of course; but whats more is an app that allow you to lock doors, shut windows, and close the garage all from your phone? Oh, and photo shop. Don't even get me started on photoshop (not to toot my own horn or anything but I'm pretty much an expert).

Unfortunately the limitless array of benefits do come with their own downfalls. The flip side of my phone being able to do everything in my wildest dreams is the amount of time I spend on it as opposed to more important work- i.e. school. Not that that has anything to do with this assignment being turned in 6 hours before it is due or anything *eyes dart side to side nervously*. But seriously, procrastinating is the source of all my problems. I'm not sure if I can rightly place the blame on the device or if it could perhaps somehow maybe possibly be a user error. Needless to say it has certainly slowed me down a time or two, or three, or... you get the point.

There are also times when I wonder how I would be different if I didn't have access to the wonders of the modern world. Would I lack my signature socially-unacceptable-spastics-acts-of-god-knows-what if I was actually forced to associate with people outside my friend group in person as opposed to through a screen? That was a really long sentence, sorry. Would I possibly escape my inevitable fortune of dying alone surrounded by 500 lbs worth of dogs if boys spoke to me versus texting to "Netflix and chill"? No, for the last time I do not want to Netflix and chill. I guess this falls under the negative impacts of technology on our generation.

Then of course there have been instances where technology has, in the most literal way possible, hurt me. Or more so I have hurt myself with it. Specifically talking about the weight of a small glass brick magically leaping (here I would normally make a large air quotation gesture) from my extend arms; my face then "catching" it. I'm ashamed to admit that I cannot count on my hands the number of times I've been battered in this way. There was another incident in which I managed to electrocute myself plugging my charger into the wall. But again, I don't think thats what you were going for when you asked how technology has hurt me and I am about 300 words over the minimum, so I'll just end this here.