How Triond entered my life, with the promise of riches and fortune, and how it all went downhill from there.
Tired of browsing through thousands of links and web-adresses, posting articles doomed to be lonely throughout the eternity that comprehends Internet hypertime and checking on my Dashboard twice a minute to see my Month’s Income So Far merely raising by 1 cent per day, I finally dropped the idea of becoming an web-based independent author and decided to pursue richness through other means.
My first week was hell. Delirium tremens is a walk on the beach compared to Triond abstinence. The first signs came with the involuntary tremors that tried to lead my hand towards the keyboard and type in the page’s address. Before I could be master of my domain, there were a few times when my upper limb succeeded, only to allow the rest of me to see the depressive figure of my earnings. This would lead me to a hysterical state of mind, involving shouting, uncontrolled swearing (-biatch!-) and self-harm.
Once I got back the control of my whole body –a week later, this is-, I realized that food had ceased to fulfill its main function. I mean, I was always hungry. This lead me to a serious undernourishment condition, as I abandoned food ingestion completely: food had no meaning to me now. It seemed that the only thing that could relief the cries of my stomach and quench the thirst that dried my throat was to publish some petty article on Triond.
After being admitted into Saint John’s clinic for a severe case of malnutrition I was able to clear my mind off Triond’s Dashboard for at least an hour a day. From there on, I travelled upwards. I recuperated my appetite and my will to live. I started writing again, but making the biggest amount of personal jokes and remarks as possible, so that any temptation to publish it would be futile. A month later I was out of hospital and working in a Sports magazine.
I would let Triond lead my life no more.
The road towards complete recover is not easy. In fact, it is one of the most traumatic experiences I have ever endured. The pain is just… indescribable. So to you, writers in hazard of falling prey of Triondicction, I recommend to watch your habits. Lead a healthy life. If you see it going down the drain, there is always one infallible solution. Get a job.