Today I had the staunch realization that I not only have (what I’ll) hypochondriac tendencies, but also a disordered relationship with Google. Let me explain. Upon my favorite afternoon pastime of farting around on the internet, I engaged in a little search engine action by thinking up any slight symptom or ailment of recent….and entering into the search query. Before long, I was completely convinced that I indeed suffer from anything and everything…From arachnophobia to zelophobia. I had it, and I had it badddddddddd. “Wait, Wait, WAIT!” my mind clamored, “This is just another one of my loon behaviors that makes absolutely no sense, but I still do it anyways.” If left alone, I could google myself right into the grave. Before long, I got to thinking, is “googling” your symptoms something I alone am guilty of? Or are there others like me? How many other people out there seek google as a first response to medical questions? I wonder if there is something empowering about having the capability to play patient AND doctor? Well, Google makes it possible. At the click of a mouse and a bit of typing, it is possible to find answers to anything! True, not all credible. But either way, it’s feedback. We know the credibility of the internet. It’s not news, but we goole-goaltend anyway. I guess it boils down to one thing: What DID we do before the internet?
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