Do not come to visit me when my computer is down. I may snap at you or I may simply say little at all. I lose all sense of proportion and find it hard to think. I might as well be sick. A computer not working is the source of gripping frustration, whether it is the wi-fi connection or the machine itself.
I have long felt that there should be a word for this circumstance. It is like a kind of illness – or, perhaps mental illness. You become irritable, you can’t settle, and you can think of little else. You are definitely no fun to be around. It is something to do with the loss of connection to the rest of the world or, even stronger, loss of agency. You want to scream.
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