what would you do if the internet was GONE?

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Would I know that the Viet Nam war which 90+ of the people support is not going to work out?. Would I know in advance that on November 9 that there would be a massive blackout and plan accordingly?

yes, you could keep your 2015 [and years leading up to 2015] knowledge.

I would take a day off or leave work early on November 9. Viet Nam? I don't think I could have stopped it as the protests were still pretty small. I think if I told everybody in advance what was going to happen before it happened it would freak people out. Inserting questioned though.

Assuming I was transported instantaneously I wounder how long it would take me to figure out what happened and how would people react to my 2015 appearance. Adults especially older adults generally did not dress causally in public. They wore a suit and tie to sporting events etc.

it would be like, you woke up one day, then looked for your smart phone and it wasn't there. you looked up and you saw a calendar that read "Monday, may 17, 1965." you heard a thump at the door and you went to the door and opened it and you found a rolled-up newspaper, and you picked it up, unfurled it and it read "may 17, 1965" and you saw the headlines for that date. you saw a story about how an underground explosion at Cambrian Colliery in Clydach Vale, Wales, kills 31 men. you leafed through the pages and saw the various ads, the "new" 1966 automobiles at a special preview showing at the dealership downtown. then you put it down, looked in the cupboards for something to eat for breakfast only to find a bag of oatmeal, some maple syrup, boxes of Wheaties, some table sugar, corn meal. then you find a carnation instant breakfast [invented the year before] and you go, at least food doesn't change too much over time. you look for diet soda only to find some stuff sweetened with saccharine, you open it up and taste it and spit it out with disgust. you find another can of diet soda sweetened with cyclamates and something in the back of your mind says, "wasn't this a health hazard?" and put it back down. you decide to drive around town so you walk outside and some fella in bib overalls and a butch haircut walks down the sidewalk and gives you a dirty look. some butch-hair-cut-wearing teen kids bicycle past you and call you names and yell at you to get a haircut. you eye the 1964 VW bug coupe sitting in your driveway, you get in and notice it has a 4 on the floor and no air conditioning, and it is 85F and climbing outside, so you roll down the windows and grind through the gears around the block, then hurriedly pull back into the driveway, run into the house, draw the shades, look for some strong drink ["where's my med mary stash?"], settle on some bottles of 3.2 beer and take a nap. you wake up an hour later, and note with extreme dread that nothing has changed.

Maybe I would be social and have friends, who knows, people were different at that time.

Being a cynical 57 years I would think it was a dream or I was hallucinating. In 1965 at 7 a I had a crew cut. People in 1965 would think I was really a oddball for being a 57 year old that liked rock n' roll. That was considered strictly "teenybooper" music then.

I would lose contact with my boyfriend, and he is the main thing that keeps me together right now.

Let's say he gets to go with you, now you can give us an answer. Use your imagination and be creative, it's 1965 afterall

they might have to console each other in the new old primitive time in which they find themselves.

No, they didn't. Too much media created autism a bit after that.

Yes I did. My public school threw my out after 2nd grade June 1965 because the teachers just could not get through to me but the details are hazy. Since I have just unexpectedly arrived one month before this happened I would love to find out the details but how? As strange 57 year old man can not walk up and start asking questions to this nice family. I just can't start following my 7 year old self looking for how I was presenting. I do remember I had a stim that involved head shaking.

I'd shrivel up and die for a few days, then when 'resurrected' find out what the eff happened.

I'd probably fire up a laptop, vector trace a Firefox logo onto a huge banner, drive it downtown and set up a Q&A booth in the back of my station wagon. Since blabby hasn't to my knowledge expounded on how the internet might disappear, my subject matter would probably focus on how people who need them can set up photo voltaic chargers, ad-hoc (w)LANs, local Wikis, file servers, mesh networks and repositories.

I'd freak out entirely. My entire routine is based on the internet, and if it suddenly ceased to exist... I don't know if I'd survive. It's really hard to explain to be honest. :/ It's the same way with my music.

Basically, this would be me:

in my original post, I said no internet NOR internet devices [such as laptops, wifi tablets or smart phones] of any kind. after all, in 1965 there was NONE of that, NO knowledge of such that we have and take for granted in 2015. hardly anybody had even thought of such, other than maybe the likes of jules verne [in his novel "paris in the 20th century" for example]. THAT is "how the internet might disappear" simply by being in a state of time before its very existence.

Will, assuming that its just the internet is gone, and not that I do not get the body I had in 1965, I would do some very typical Aspie things of bicycling, reading, Lionel trains, electronics, yard work. Maybe trick out a car. Go back to taking college classes for the heck of it, for instance, I had two welding classes.

The most frustrating part would be the loss of instant information.

My wife's cousin's autistic daughter made a prairie garden in her parents' back yard, I have only seen one picture of it, but I could so see doing that. Around the year 2003 I worked at one company and was contracted at another that was close to the Sears main office in Hoffman Estates (it has REALLY changed since then), they had some beautiful prairie gardens and plantings in the vicinity. I came out of work one day and everywhere was baby frogs, if you weren't careful you would kill one walking. I took three of them home to show to my kids. I had to leave them in a cup outside overnight on a window ledge (call PETA yeah I know). When I went to take them back, gulp, cup was empty. Poor frogs, I am a amphibian murderer! Then later I was working on the garden under the window sill, and, hey, there's a baby frog. Hour later, another one. Three hours later, the third. Will what do you know! Took them all back. Never again.