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I spend a lot of my time thinking about the Internet and Internet addiction. Hell, I even wrote a serialized novella about it -- which I've adapted into a full length novel, lubed and ready to be inserted into commerce. (It's filled with great metaphors just like that too.) But recently, I decided to put my money where my mouth is and go offline for a week. That's right. One week with no personal email, social media or Internet use of any kind. __new_line____new_line__Could I do it? Yes I could, and what I learned may surprise you. Out there beyond the computer screen there was a whole world of wonders I'd been neglecting. Magical things and special people. Interpersonal relationships that had gone neglected due to the deceptive ease and covert evil of the Internet. My week of electronic liberation showed me a better, brighter world I know I will never leave.__new_line____new_line__

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You Can Live Without Internet Porn

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There's Other Ways To Get The News

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Your Smart Phone Isn't The Only Thing That Knows The Weather

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There Are Solutions Beyond Online Banking

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Social Media Cannot Fill The Void In Your Life

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