I admit it, I confess... (the true story of a facebook addict)
It wasn't me--it was the one-armed man!
Hello. My name is Sylvia's Thoughts, and I am a facebookaholic. Yes, I confess, I am one of the millions addicted to this social network. I never thought this would happen to me. But in my own defense, it's not my fault. (Theme from The Fugitive starts) I was very content in my non-facebook world when, one day, my son came over and insisted that I create a facebook page. I said that I didn't want to but he kept after me, telling me how much I would enjoy it (this must have been what it was like for Eve in the garden with the snake). He finally wore me down and I weakened. After my page was created and I started to not only see, but also be contacted by old friends, classmates and long-lost relatives, I thought, "Hey, this is not so bad." That's how an addiction always starts, isn't it? Innocently enough. Just a little. Then before you know it--you're hooked !
The Devil made me do it!
It was just a little bit at first. Then I discovered the apps and the games. People would even send me hearts and hugs and smiles. Before I knew it, a little bit grew into hours. Then having a stream of witty statuses became all consuming. For example: Woman accidentally shoots her husband. She calls 911. Operator, "Please calm down ma'am. Can you first make sure he really is dead?" Click, BANG! Woman says,"OK, done that, What next?" I couldn't stop ! I needed help! (music from the Psycho shower scene starts) Then I started adding pictures and making albums, one after the other. I gave up scrap-booking. That was 'old-school'. Whenever confronted by a well-meaning friend or relative, I would smile and quote those fatal last words, "I can quit anytime I want to ." It was finally decided that an intervention was in order. But, before they could get one together, they were all sending me 'friend' requests on facebook. What could I do ? How can you blame me ? The power and influence of the 'book' was just to great.
An offer I couldn't refuse!
I finally hit rock bottom when I started playing Mafia Wars. I had a huge mafia family of which I was the head. All that power... (The Godfather theme starts playing) I was playing night and day, receiving gifts, sending gifts, 'icing' rivals, and having wars between families. Who'd a thought I was a thug at heart? I had boats and planes and mansions all over the world, plus gazillions in the bank. What did it matter if I could only use them on facebook? And then one day it hit me. I wanted to go straight. I wanted to become legitimate. I was tired of running and hiding and fighting. It was time to let my family have computer time also. I started to shut down my mafia family. Don't think there weren't hits out on me all over Mafia Wars on facebook when I started to 'unfriend' people. It was a scary time but I had to do it. My recovery was starting.
There would be a slight detour...well, maybe not so slight...around my path to recovery. The detour would be called Castle Age. (medieval music starts) I love knights and ladies and castles, etc. This game was right up my ally. We fought and slew monsters. Won new weapons and armor. Any frustrated actors would love this role playing game. It is amazing how many intelligent adults play Castle Age. But then, look at our love of Lord of the Rings and anything medieval. Trust me, it's not just the kids who want to go to those theme restaurants that have knights and jousting! Anyway, I was into Castle Age hot and heavy. It was looking bleak for a while, but things have taken a turn for the better and I only play in moderation now.
Will wonders never cease?
How did I know this was all going to turn around in my favor? I have now learned how social networking can be more than just drama and gossip and can actually help your business. (Hail To the Chief plays) Now I spend most of my time posting news items from my blogs and promoting my online store. And since I'm a freelance writer, no one pays much attention to how much I'm on the computer anymore. You can even place ads and recommend your websites. I hardly ever play...what was that game again? I mean, what's a girl to do? So many people to 'friend' and so little time. And guess what??? I've just learned how to 'tweet'!
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