Facebook Addict, not anonymous.
Hello everyone, my name is Sally and I’m an addict. A Facebook addict that is. No disrespect meant towards the poor souls battling more serious addictions. It is the first day of 2015 and today I started as I mean to go on by NOT immediately reaching for my mobile phone and heading straight for that addictive little blue and white button. I’m going cold turkey after realising that I am wasting a massive amount of my time scrolling down and down until I hit where I left off yesterday.
Normally I have at least 3 books on the go but it is taking me forever to get to the list of great literature that is waiting for me on my kindle. I have been reading a beautifully written and gripping book, “The Memory Keeper’s Daughter”, over the past few days and it’s made me realise that I should be spending my precious time on real art rather than looking at videos of people doing funny but pretty silly things or reading badly spelled comments about where, or indeed if, you can get a decent curry in Perth. Don’t get me wrong, I love the news links and the bird watching/photography group I belong to supplies me with a wealth of stunning photographs to look at and use as reference material for my art.
Initially I joined Facebook to keep up with friends and relatives across the globe but I have come to realise that a lot of the people that I care most about in the world hardly appear at all on Facebook these days. It is nice to keep abreast of things that I probably would miss without it but in general I think that actually catching up with the news of my loved ones probably accounts for 5% of my time on the site.
Facebook is a like a mirror of people’s souls. Some use it as a weapon, posting passive aggressive comments which reach many but are only meant for one or two, attention seeking (guilty as charged m’lud!) and the worst of all, the comment such as “Some people make me so angry!” or “Can this day get any worse?!” which leave people wondering what on earth has happened and draws a haul of comments like a trawler dragging a net behind it. Groan. Others use it as a positive tool, to raise money for charity or bring important issues to the fore. I have been guilty in the past of showing off on Facebook, posting when I have run a long way or am at a great restaurant. I’ve never posted a photo of my dinner though. I don’t think so anyway, but if I have it will be there still, permanent evidence of a moment when I actually believed that all of my friends want to see a picture of my plate of food. Actually, I have! I remember posting a photo of some particularly impressive and enormous Yorkshire Puds I made once. Oh dear.
I’m not ready to give up my addiction completely and certainly won’t be committing Facebook suicide which I’m not even sure is that easy to do. My profile will probably carry on longer than I will myself judging by the small amount of dear and much missed friends who have passed away and yet still live on through their Facebook pages. I will dip in occasionally but only when I have nothing better to do and my fellow addict will keep me informed of anything momentous being posted by anyone I’m sure.
By the way, it’s 4.40pm and I haven’t looked at Facebook once!
Happy New Year everyone. I hope 2015 is a great year for you.