My w'e'ired existence!

Enter my room and you will find a huge pile of books, clothes and the long snake like stuff – wires lying around. You try to move in and you will find yourself entangled in these wires. Wires of different shapes, sizes and for different purposes.
In one corner is my computer, wired to the plug point and thousands of chords hanging from it, may it be for the printer, the web camera, the internet connection or the speakers. Move away from it and you are sure to trip over the numerous USB chords lying all over the floor, one for the MP3 player the other for the digital camera or another for the cell phone. Then finally when you think that this should be the end of the entire fracas another set of chords welcome you to my “wired” abode. They are the chords that charge my digital gadgets. Then there are these other teeny meeny wires trying to make their presence felt in spite of being over shadowed by their bug brothers, the earphones the handsfree or the headphones.
I am pretty sure, by now you must have finished taking a visual-mental trip of my room. A room that makes me feel like a machine. No doubt these gadgets have made life easy for me, but at the cost of my health- physical and mental both, strengthened my dependence on them and have made me a handicap! They have robbed me off my relationships, my ability to lead life without them and have strangled my intelligence. I no longer can think independently. Though the computer memory is more than enough to store data it is leaving my cerebral memory to rust. For example I no longer carry out mental calculations all I do is use my cell phone for it. i have stopped carrying my sweet little Oxford’s Dictionary or my Roger’s thesaurus with me. In need of a word I just use the internet or the stored words in the digital dictionary.
If coffee gives me the required kick to stay up all night, all I do is waste my time reading and re- reading internet articles. Even my newspaper guy is unhappy because I have stopped buying the newspaper from him. Why should I when I have the E- edition ready for me- free, easy- just log in and use. Am I complaining or rejoicing over my condition is yet to be determined but one thing is for sure, it wont take me long to get into hibernation all over again and take a break from my w ‘e’ired existence.