My Facebook Addiction
Let me start by telling you I’m not a fan of social-networking. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my current friends, relatives, and my kid’s friends to worry about attracting virtual strangers or people I might have known in elementary school. My brother in-law asked me to login to Facebook, so I could see some pics he put on his page. To do this, I had to create my own account. I have two blogs, two photo sites of the kids (for friends and relatives), and four email accounts to maintain, so adding one more thing to the mix didn’t sound promising, but I did it anyway.
I had no plans of doing anything with my Facebook page. I was just going to take a quick peek at my brother in-law’s site and then move on with my life. All at once, I started getting notices…..”do you know this person?”….”would you like to see ‘xyz’s page?” I saw pics of people I went to high school with, past co-workers, and my old college roommate.
Heck yeah, I wanted to know more about these people. My inner voyeur was taking over and couldn’t be stopped.
My college roommate –who I hadn’t spoken to in 14 years– contacted me, and made plans to fly out to see me. My old high school buddies showed me pictures of their kids. It was like a virtual reunion of every stage of my life coming together on one 15 inch screen.
I started urging my friends to participate in FB (lingo for “Facebook”…duh), and spent hours telling people on my page what I was doing at every stage of the day. “Patricia is drinking coffee”…..Patricia is going to the mall”. I started reading other people’s mundane activities as well. I’m not sure why it was so important I know that “XYZ is reading the paper” when I didn’t even know what my own husband was doing, but it was.
I ran into one of my neighbors last week and she mentioned she was on Facebook. “Isn’t it great?” I asked. She said, “It’s okay, but why the f&%k do I care what someone is doing every minute of the day? Laundry’s boring enough without hearing about everyone else doing it. It just makes everyone look so boring. I can just see someone folding a shirt, and then rushing to their computer to document it for everyone they know. It’s pathetic.”
I felt the air draining from my balloon. She was right. I now maintain a healthy relationship with FB, and have found it to be a fun site, but no longer an obsession.