Addicted.
You know, I thought I could handle it. I have very strong willpower. I’ll just try it once, for fun. No harm in that. It’s not like you become addicted from the first time. I went to the source. Ok. I’m ready. Sign me up.
At first it was good. Fun, even. Just a different version of the same old crap I had been doing for years. I’d drop in occasionally. I didn’t even know how it worked exactly, I’d just piddle around. But addiction is a progressive disease. I started checking weekly. Then daily. Then hourly … or I would just leave the window open so I could be on the cutting edge of what everybody “Is” at that moment. Today. Today I hit rock bottom. What’s worse, I did it in front of Erica.
Honey … how do I change my profile picture on Facebook?
It was a cry for help. But I needed to do it. I knew I had to hit rock bottom before I’d be able to start climbing back up.
Erica: Why? I like that picture.
Me: You can’t really tell who I am in it.
Erica: Oh … oh really? You? Seriously?
I had no choice but to be honest. I need to change my profile picture so that I, the same person who claims to despise all social networking sites, can be sure that people from high school can recognize me when I contact THEM on Facebook.
I remain ever vigilant in my fight against Poke! and sending plants for your (Lil) Green Patch.
February 11th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Facebook is evil and must be destroyed.
February 11th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
How do we make it stop?
Seriously, I went from openly mocking my one true love for constantly being on Facebook, and now I’ve become her.
I mean, I like her and all, but …