The Monkey On My Back

We all have our addictions...some far more worse than others....I have Facebook.

Enough said right? Why is it that i just cannot get enough of that sight.....it's not like it's mentally stimulating, or even thought provoking...and this hogwash about it being a social networking site....my left foot it is! it is a powerful, highly addictive time waster. I am it's biggest fan and I know i need to cut back.

Facebook is the first thing I check in the morning and usually set a status update....for those of you who don't know what that is, it is when you let everyone know what you are thinking, feeling or doing. Mine, are sometimes witty, sarcastic and even just dumb...I try to stay far away from the name calling and innuendos that some people like to fling...never naming names but enough info that the person being attacked knows it's them. I am not saying I've never participate in that kind of behaviour, I just do it a bit more tactfully....yes i can be tactful. Facebook is also the first thing I log into when I get home in the afternoon. I just gotta know what people are doing...see if anyone has posted any new pictures, new statuses, any fried request waiting....I just have to look! I do stay away form most of the applications and such but I need to enquire it at lest every couple of hours when I am at home. Now that I have a laptop it is even worse. (thanks Honey)

I figured, if i stopped playing the games and doing the quizzes I wouldn't be on it as much...which is some what true, but it has now led me down a path where I have to check it constantly. I need to see what my "friends" are up to and what is going on in their worlds. Has my life gotten so pathetic that logging on to Facebook gives me a high?

An old acquaintance of mine once said "Nothing good comes from Facebook". To correct him, yes some good things have come from Facebook. i have found some long lost friends, been able to keep in touch with some others more regularly. There is dark side but we are all still alive and no one is hurt but some skeletons have found a way back to life, thanks to Facebook.

Really, of the almost 300 friends i have on Facebook, not many of them are "true friends". My "friend List" is mainly mad up of people I went to high school with, some collage chums, some of them are family members and even past and present co-workers but only a small hand full would I call in he middle of the night to bail me out of jail....and to tell you the truth only one or two out of that handful would answer their phone.

I guess Facebook is my opportunity to be a voyeur into others lives....even if it is just a small sample. I am still not sure how to fix the fix but cold turkey is not for me....maybe that monkey on my back isn't so heavy after all...