Well, today I deleted 100 Facebook friends. Some people I never see anymore, but most were people I don’t even know, just a friend of a friend.
How do you know when you are addicted to Facebook?
Although there are no statistics on “Facebook addiction” and I don’t believe it is a medical condition just yet, therapists say they’re seeing more and more people who’ve crossed the line. When a child has to send a parent an e-mail asking for help with homework then just maybe there is a problem.
You know you are a Facebookaddict when you sit down for an hour and the next thing you know it’s 3 in the morning. The thought of getting off Facebook leaves you in a cold sweat and you miss work.
The first step in getting help is to admit you have a problem. My name is_________(insert your name) and I am a Facebookaholic. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I fought the start profile. I didn’t want to post a mug shot. But I took one of those “candid” photos of myself holding my camera up over my head.
Lovely picture.
Next thing I know all these FRIENDS kept “friending” me into the Facebook circle of life and I couldn’t stop logging in. It was innocent at first but the next thing I knew I was hooked….I need help.
Has Facebook annonymous been called yet? Hold on a sec, let me check Facebook.
It seems that everyone is tweeting, blogging and Facebooking these days.
Remember life before you were addicted? Probably not, but my addiction started out by searching for high school friends, looked at pictures of everyone’s kids, even “poked” some people even though I really didn’t know what that was.
Next thing I knew I was hooked. I ignored the warning signs because it was just too fun to find out what color crayon best represented my personality.
Also, I could get more “friends” just by asking the friends of friends to friend me.
I woke up from a Facebook haze to find myself in a full blown Facebook addiction. Every 30 seconds I was checking my feed, even temporarily spending too much time on the farm.
Facebook has become all about crops and cafes, and let’s not forget Fish Bowl … don’t get me started.
Even though I knew I was wasting precious moments of my life I couldn’t stop. I found it interesting reading the wall of people I really didn’t know.
Truthfully, when describing Facebooks favorite games , the words “time wasting” comes to mind. How often do you need to clean the fish bowl? What would happen if that pink cow continued to roam around your farm? And is it that bad to run out of supplies in your cafe?
What I’ve found is that I just exchange one addiction for another. My new cell phone has media center so I spend my time browsing and downloading. I’m sure it will come around again, its the circle of life but I will be ready for it this time.
