She keeps telling me that she’s scared for me, and that I have problems and that I should see a psychiatrist because she’s afraid I’m addicted to the internet.
Now, I won’t say I’m not online a lot, because I am, but I don’t think I have all of the qualities that put me under the category…
An excellent point, Cornell, I have to agree with you there, but that still doesn’t help get my mom to see eye to eye with me. And I still don’t get why internet friends aren’t real. I guess it’s one of those things that can’t be helped. She, and thousands of other people her age, are still living in their generation.
Who knows, maybe one day we’ll depend on the internet like we depend on electricity. Plenty of people already do. It’s only a matter of time.