Catchy Title; Jazz Hat

Does anyone else remember when the internet used to be quite simple?

I do.

I realized today, as I was creating a blog entry, that my blogger account was under an email address that I don't use anymore. When I went to change it, I saw that it was actually the email address associated with my Google+ account.

I spent the next 15 minutes attempting to change my Primary email address for it. 15 minutes doesn't seem like much, but when those 15 minutes are spent in frustration and exasperation, a quarter of an hour feels like a quarter of a day. I don't know about you, but I like to spend a good 1/3 of my day sleeping. At this point, there were just too many fractions involved for me to even bother with anymore of the internet's nonsense.

After countless pages warning me that I am indeed deleting my profile when I click the "Delete My Profile" button, my information was successfully removed and I was free from the clutches of the multiple accounts I'd gained since signing my soul away to Google.

And what sweet freedom it was.
I could go anywhere, do anything.
I found out that I have legs which could take me to new places, places I've only seen in pictures on a screen. I got up and practiced using my rediscovered limbs.
I picked up a hat and looked in the mirror. I nearly mistook myself for one cool cat; I was one saxophone short of playing saxophone like a Jazz musician.

A thought occurred to me, then. If I were to venture out and visit these wonderful places, I'd need to know which direction to go in my travels. I sat myself down to do some research.

It should be obvious by now that I did not make use of my freedom.

Once I navigated the familiar clicks to Google, I was already hooked. I tried to use my new philosophy. I got so far as to research plane tickets to Italy. While planning this, I happened to wonder how airplanes fly. If I was going to be using this mode of transport to get me to my destinations, I should at least be aware of their inner workings.

A few clicks later, I found myself with 8 tabs open, and my old habits were back in the same rut they've been in since a good friend of mine first led me to the internet.