My Facebook Addiction
How is it possible that I have been away for nearly four months and the visits to my blog are actually higher than when I am posting on a regular basis? Damn you, "50 Shades of Grey" (my last post) and your infernal popularity! Even when someone trashes the book it generates interest.
I know its been a long time away when my husband actually urges me to write "something." And the reason I've been away is shameful to admit. Lately, my Facebook usage has spiraled out of control and I have been tasked with writing a blog post every time I have the urge to log on to the social network that has ruined society.
Like most people I know, I check Facebook daily (incessantly). Yet, if you were to ask me why, I would despondently reply "I don't know." Because I really do not know why I am seemingly obsessed with looking at boring and unimportant information from almost strangers or friends of friends. I much prefer Twitter for it's newsworthy and thought provoking posts. Maybe its the voyeuristic quality of Facebook that attracts me; the fact that I can view hundreds of pictures and literally lose myself for hours in other people's lives.
Today I checked Facebook no less than 15 times. Ugh, what is wrong with me? I gleaned nothing from any of those visits and to admit that I checked it so many times sets off a major creeper alert.
I admit it. For a few months I ran out of things to say and I didn't feel like doing much more than using the Internet for pure entertainment. I have to stop. The whole purpose of this blog was to help me progress and to detract me from doing the same things that make my life feel so static.
I guess I should pose the question to everyone out there: are you addicted to Facebook and if so, why?
What does Facebook add to our lives? I know it gives me a reason to tell my mom and other assorted relatives "I saw/heard so-and-so is doing whatever now." I grew up in a small town so for years my mom would always call and update me with the latest gossip. Those days feel utterly prehistoric. Now, I can just jump on Facebook and in 5 minutes, I could tell you exactly what is going on with people to whom I have no association.
It almost takes the fun out of stalking. Who wants to pick through some one's garbage when you can just troll them on the Internet for a hot second and know everything down to their bank account password?
That's why I'm getting out of the voyeurism biz for a while. Facebook, you may have won the battle but you have not won the war. No, I'm not deactivating my account (that's just silly) but I am taking a well needed break. That is, right after I share this post on my Facebook page. I need the publicity ... Fail.
I know its been a long time away when my husband actually urges me to write "something." And the reason I've been away is shameful to admit. Lately, my Facebook usage has spiraled out of control and I have been tasked with writing a blog post every time I have the urge to log on to the social network that has ruined society.
Like most people I know, I check Facebook daily (incessantly). Yet, if you were to ask me why, I would despondently reply "I don't know." Because I really do not know why I am seemingly obsessed with looking at boring and unimportant information from almost strangers or friends of friends. I much prefer Twitter for it's newsworthy and thought provoking posts. Maybe its the voyeuristic quality of Facebook that attracts me; the fact that I can view hundreds of pictures and literally lose myself for hours in other people's lives.
Today I checked Facebook no less than 15 times. Ugh, what is wrong with me? I gleaned nothing from any of those visits and to admit that I checked it so many times sets off a major creeper alert.
I admit it. For a few months I ran out of things to say and I didn't feel like doing much more than using the Internet for pure entertainment. I have to stop. The whole purpose of this blog was to help me progress and to detract me from doing the same things that make my life feel so static.
I guess I should pose the question to everyone out there: are you addicted to Facebook and if so, why?
What does Facebook add to our lives? I know it gives me a reason to tell my mom and other assorted relatives "I saw/heard so-and-so is doing whatever now." I grew up in a small town so for years my mom would always call and update me with the latest gossip. Those days feel utterly prehistoric. Now, I can just jump on Facebook and in 5 minutes, I could tell you exactly what is going on with people to whom I have no association.
It almost takes the fun out of stalking. Who wants to pick through some one's garbage when you can just troll them on the Internet for a hot second and know everything down to their bank account password?
That's why I'm getting out of the voyeurism biz for a while. Facebook, you may have won the battle but you have not won the war. No, I'm not deactivating my account (that's just silly) but I am taking a well needed break. That is, right after I share this post on my Facebook page. I need the publicity ... Fail.
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