It started out innocently enough.
"Hey Ingrid," an overseas friend
IM'd one day. "You should sign up for
Facebook so we can keep track of each other more easily."
"Really? I'm not sure I have time to follow a new program. I can barely keep my blog updated," I replied, knowing that, in fact, my blog was NOT updated.
"You don't have to update it that often. Just every once in awhile.
C'mon, it'll be fun."
Thus started my descent into
Facebook addiction Sure, initially I only checked it a couple times a week. Added some
cutsey photos and throw away status updates. It was kinda fun. Then along came the
Facebook Blackberry app. I could update my status anywhere! The ferry line, my office, the grocery story. EVERYONE could know that I was buying red grapes instead of green, or that I was stuck in a traffic jam because a soccer mom's
texting while driving didn't work out the way she wanted and she ended up rear ending her
PTSA president.
But still, I had CONTROL. I could
Facebook or not
Facebook, I could stop anytime. I didn't NEED to do it. Then along came the iPhone, and with it, the iPhone
Facebook App. Mobile uploads were a must. And I just HAD to know what drink I was, if I was truly a Pacific
Northwesterner, and if I could be a shoe, what shoe would I be...
At some point... and I can't even remember when... my husband stopped complaining about my
Facebook time and started his own account. I hear addicts can bring their loved ones down. Now we sit side by side in the evening, playing
Facebook scrabble on our laptops. In this economy though, is that wrong?
Really, it's not so bad, being a
Facebook addict. I've reconnected with classmates, become
closer to relatives I barely knew growing up, kept updated on friends overseas, and become a much better Scrabble player.
Now, about my Twitter habit.