Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Seeking Help for Facebook Addiction.

I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it; "I have a chronic Facebook addiction." I honestly don't remember when it started, but I remember pulling other weak minds in with me. They became just as addicted and ultimately we supported each other's habit. Commenting on photos and status messages, tagging pictures of people, taking pictures for and getting dressed accordingly as so not to be seen in the same shirt or outfit we were seen in on previous pictures at earlier events. I'll go ahead and take credit as one of the worst of the bunch; I chop up videos and post small clips to Facebook. My trigger finger is going crazy right now because I bought a computer without a Fire wire port and I have tapes full of raw, insatiable, parody-ready clips I can do a lot with. Those do exist that update Facebook with invites for dinner or send text messages insisting everyone log into Facebook to check-in and I have to admit each time I take a picture on my iPhone I debate whether I am going to post it to Facebook or I retake it so it's visible and entertaining enough for those on my friend list. The other day I went as far as to view Facebook from my profile in the mindset of a new friend. I made my way to the Notes section, read them all, to the Info section, read it all and updated what seemed uninteresting, went through each picture posted by myself and those posted by others removing tags that I felt did not compliment the particular persona I wanted to give off or showed too much of the areas where my hair is thinning. I timed myself today; regardless of what I'm doing, I check Facebook every 30 minutes. I don't usually answer my phone, but I answer Facebook messages as soon as I read them. I barely have any contacts in my phone, but my Facebook friend list is filled with people I keep up with. Spotting arguments and shots taken at other's through status messages is almost as entertaining as the next best reality show.

Do you accept Aetna?