Father, I want to confess...

I feel bad. I am a dumb.

I rely on the spell check so often that sometimes when I hand write some English words or Chinese characters, I need to type them in Microsoft Word and ask for help from spell check.

I am so used to web searching that I want to get the answer in a second. I would be impatient to a lengthy article. Based on my habits, I usually skim through main ideas. And even sometimes, I would use Ctrl+F to find the key words which locates the part I want to search for information.

I sometimes process thinking in pieces because I absorb incomplete information.

I need more time to finish a logical sentence, to analyze an argument, to see analogies, and to distinguish fact from opinion.

I feel sometimes it is easier or more comfortable for me to talk with unfamiliar friends through g-chat, messenger, text messages, or Facebook wall post than in person. Technology somewhat shorten the distance?

I feel panic sometimes if I do not get the responses quick enough from my friends, boy friends, or family. The feature of the Web -“efficiency” heavily influence on me. I forget the beauty of “waiting”.

It is scary to face the ugly truth but it is also great to diagnose myself by confessing in front of you. I know where I am now and now I know where I want to go.

Thank you, Father.