A is for Addiction
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!
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B is for Becca, for starters. Bitchin’.
Second of all, remember when you introduced me to Myspace, and then I introduced you to Facebook? Keeool.
Third of all, your Mom has Facebook. So does mine.
“A” is also for Asinine Airlines. But I digress… that was my blog post.
I for one, enjoyed being stalked by you. But I’m a kinda sick like that.
Looking for to Letter B and all the lovely posts in between.
it makes me feel better knowing there are fellow addicts out there :)
“I monitor “status updates” like it’s my 9-5. It practically IS my 9-5.”
I nearly spit out the peppermint tea that was in my mouth out of laughter.
B is for Bitterness. Something I’m struggling with today. Ewwwww.
K is for Kindred Spirit. ;)
I can relate to this post. FB is so addictive, and I can’t even quite figure out why.
Now, I’m off to come up with my own “conquer the world idea” version of FB… Watch out. Mwah ha ha ha…
No matter how much you check facebook, it can’t be as much as some of my former students who update their status every 20 minutes or so.
“Brushing my teeth/text me.”
“Using mouthwash/text me.”
Etc.
I check your’s and Allie’s and Cameron’s blog a zillion times a day in the summer though, so I can’t talk.
Entertaining post as always Annie!
B is for bullet proof vest, I need one. Also for Blogahaulics which we all are:)
C is for the Chi I bought and doesn’t work! Boo hoo.
L is for Locavore, write on that.
love this! you are hilarious! (and my mom is on facebook too!) haha
T is for texting. i’m addicted to communicating via FB and/or texting. help me, Jesus. for the next 3 weeks, i will be in nicaragua with no text capabilities. i guess the hot dates i will be going on will make up for the loss. ;-)
you WILL be updated via FB statuses though. count on it, baby.
A is for a little mob support.
Girl. You’re on Facebook all day long, so there is NO reason why you can’t join my mob on Mob Wars. I get $7500 in mob wars cash if you join my mob.
So.. you need to saddle up partner.
A is for Allie
A is for Antipathy, unfortunately.
A should be for airfare.
But A is always for Anxiety when it comes to shelling out cash.