#96 The Mc Donalds Generation

As I sit to write these few words, like every other time, I am struggling to fight this strong urge to peek into my mailbox, or chat, or facebook updates, or twitter feeds, or flikr uploads, or any other damn thing on the internet- for the umpteenth time in the day. I realize there is nothing I will find in there that is worth the urgency. I realize that checking would partly be an escape for me when I wish to write but words don’t flow freely. But I also may be a perfect example of how technology has intensified people’s need for instant gratification, turning them into impatient psychos. Or as my Father puts it, I am a classic case of the Mc. Donalds generation that I belong to.