These days it is common for people to joke about theirs – and others’ – Facebook addictions. And yet, it almost seems like a legitimate claim.
We – yes, I am also occasionally guilty – are compelled to log on the second we get on the computer. We receive alerts on our phones and wonder about who’s posted what while we don’t have access to a computer.
Let’s be honest, we’re pathetic. What a shame that we should be damned to a youth of computer zombieism.
But hark! A beacon of light shines on the horizon.
I’ve noticed that some people are actually unhooking themselves from Facebook’s grasp. Normal, healthy people have done the unspeakable – they deleted their accounts. And while I initially judged them for not being able to exhibit any sort of self-control, I should have admired them for knowing and acting on the fact that they didn’t need it.
I’ll admit that Facebook is a fun place to go on the web, and it’s good networking tool, especially if you are a person who can spread their concern for every person they have ever met. And especially if you are an advertiser who follows “likes” to figure out how to market toward young adults. And especially if you truly have nothing better to do with your time.
But for the rest of us, the majority of its functions seem useless, unless stalking people from high school that you’ll never see again is very useful. God forbid we should actually socialize with actual humans or do homework.
I know that everyone is not like this, and that this is not an issue for everyone, but I beg of you, if you are joking about being addicted to Facebook, maybe it’s time for a change. Pick up a book, call a friend you haven’t spoken to in a while, say no to the Stalkerbook!