A is for AddictionWritten by hootenannie on July 28th, 2008
Lately, when it comes to this blog, I have felt a certain lack of moxie; my brain feels as dry as my love life. So I’m going to try something a little different – a series, if you will. Every Monday, I am going to post something about a topic from A-Z, beginning today with… yes, A. We’ll see if I actually stick to it every single week, but let’s be honest: I ain’t no quitter.
A is for Annie. A is for Awesome. A is for Addiction.
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I have always had an addictive personality. When I find something that works for me, I stick with it – be it an egg on toast for breakfast (every single day for 5 years now), a walking route (the exact same 5 mile stretch of road over and over again), or chewing gum (I am currently tearing through a half a pack a day). Some of these habits are harmless enough; others are to be kept in check, which is why I am presently taking a break from alcohol.
If you were to ask me what my biggest, most undeniable addiction is, a couple of things would come to mind. The first is cookies. But, you know, whatever. The second is a little website called Facebook.
It’s my secret shame.
I sit at a desk all day, every day, Monday through Friday, and my only responsibility is to answer the phone. Therefore, I am left with hours upon hours of time to… twiddle. I am trying to limit my computer time, because too much of a good thing leaves me with scrambled eggs for a brain and black vacant holes where my eyeballs used to be. Lately, thanks to my self-control, however tenuous, I have been successful in the voracious consumption of several books. But left to my own devices, I would click-click-click my way through Facebook for hours on end.
I am confident in saying that I am online “friends” with every person I have ever met who happens to have a Facebook profile. I have looked up high school friends, elementary school friends, summer camp friends. I have reconnected with long-lost pals from yesteryear. I have linked up with relative strangers whom I have met only once. I have connected with ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriends – (awkward?). I have a large contingent of online pals who I “know” solely through our blogs (I welcome your friendship request!). My mom is on Facebook.
I monitor “status updates” like it’s my 9-5. It practically IS my 9-5. I know what happens on the internet as soon as it’s posted. The other day, my mom asked me, “Did you see so-and-so’s new picture?” And I just stared at her, like, are you kidding me? When it comes to Facebook, I am omniscient.
Not exactly something to brag about. I told you: SECRET SHAME. But there it is. God save me.
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If you have ideas for topics B-Z, I welcome them in the comments at any time!