A World

I was taught the importance of being respectful early in life.

It was a lesson I learned at home, in school and also on the streets of Hells Kitchen.

That is precisely why I must now admit the truth about my long term relationship with Wi Fi.

I (despite being a Feminist) have abused Wi Fi.

I have made no attempt to unearth it’s secrets, become acquainted with its extended family or their requirements.

I merely turned it on and off; never once inquiring about any demands or ailment

Finally last week, I was punished and rightfully so.

Wi Fi then abandoned me, and literally brought me to my emotional knees.

I never comprehended it had that option or that I could react so physically to being ignored.

Obviously, I was more than insensitive.

I was selfish.

I allowed Wi Fi enter my world upon my command or so I thought.

Well, I learned a lesson, and one I will not soon forget.

Within the proverbial blink of an eye, three of my best friends had also abandoned me.

Email, Wikipedia and ah, yes, you too, Google, had fled into the night.

When I learned Face Time had followed the crowd, I wept.

The following five lonely days without their combined presence left me as isolated as Robinson Crusoe,

I must also confess, it gave me my very first panic attack.

And all because I couldn’t accept the fact that Wi Fi (and it’s entourage) had fled.

We had been together for longer than I can calculate.

I admit now with pangs of guilt that I should have inquired more about WI FI’s family and relatives, but I was unthinking and demanding.

They have all returned home now, and I have learned to behave better.

I will check Wi Fi’s strength frequently before adding more responsibilities and also carefully monitor indications it might need assistance.

Or is the proper word, updating?

No, indeed.

A week without Wi Fi has taught me a lesson I will never forget nor do I really want to remember.