Alcohol has some stiff competition

I know a friend who is addicted to alcohol. He says he can`t live without it and I believe him. While I think he needs to join an Alcohol Anonymous club and sort out issues, he doesn`t think so. Wonder why he thinks being an alcohol addict is cool.

I am exactly the opposite. I am happy if you give me a system (with broadband connectivity) and a mouse to click. I love the faint crash of internet pages when they get downloaded onto my system (don`t tell me your computer doesn`t make noise). I love the click of a mouse reverberating through my ‘index meta carpal` (for those who didn`t attempt the PM/PD exam when in school, that would be my index finger bones). I love the heat generated when the mouse ball rolls on the mouse pad. In short, I love clicking.

I am sure you are also an avid clicker. You check mails, read blogs, leave comments, sign-up, download – just about everything that requires you to click. Have you ever wondered how many times you click the mouse in a day? No? Probably because we have come to enjoy it…we are all addicted to clicks.

Does this mean that we will now have Clickers Anonymous, where people like you and me can go and feel welcome? Will we have Clickers Support groups, where those afflicted with withdrawal symptoms (after we quit our jobs) can go and seek solace?

Maybe, www.tamilmatrimony.com will have fields where we will have to choose between “Occasional Clicker” and “Regular Clicker”. Maybe, matrimonials in newspapers will describe the bridegroom or the bride as “a Social Clicker” – a take on the “social drinker” tag which is now the in thing.

An innovative marketer only need look among the IT professionals to find a market for the anti-click patch, which can be stuck on our forearms when we have the urge to click a mouse.

Fathers might start ignoring their families because of click abuse. They might end up beating their wives after coming home after a long session of clicking (at work that is). To stop becoming a click addict, stop clicking now (even if it means not leaving a comment for this post).

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