A Humungous aberration

All these years through college, and post-Orkut/Gtalk/Yahoo messenger, there has almost been no day since I stayed offline for more than 12 hours(sometimes I even dreamt I was online :-D ) Semester exams, practical exams,important 'functions' at home, severe illness...nope, nothing deterred me from coming online, at least for 30 minutes;the sem exams never ever did! But now,the compulsive intenet addiction is slowly waning, especially in the past 2 months when I have been preparing for an important quest in life, and have been juggling multiple responsibilities.(!!)[For my college friends, this might sound totally zany, especially coming from me... please consider all that a slight exaggeration.] This period of utter concentration and focus reminds me of Shakespeare's famous soliloquy "All the world's a stage and all men and women merely players..." This goes on to say that every man(or woman) has seven roles(or stages) in life: starting from the infant to the rickety old man. It was weird to apply this to oneself, and try to figure out in which stage one is now in.I guess,for me,the closest one is the soldier, bearded like the pard, who seeks the bubble reputation. Seems weird(and funny).. but the good news is, this period of utter concentration would wane soon again for me,without any doubt. And I should be back to my irresponsible self soon. And what I was trying to imply in the title of this post was that me being the "soldier" is a humungous aberration, if you didn't guess it.