Picky Facebook Addict

I just read an insight into what makes Facebook addictive: It's the fact that you don't know when you'll get correspondence or a response to a post, but it could happen at any time. I know that, in addition to clawing desperately at distractions from my job, I compulsively check to see if anyone liked what I said. That's my addiction.

At the same time, over the last couple days I've been "hiding" most of my Facebook friends. Partly because I realized that the things a lot of people say are contentious and make me sadder rather than happier, and who needs that? It's also because, with so many posts, I found myself thinking, "Wow. I am SO not interested." It turns out that unless someone has something funny to say or a video to post, I really don't need to know about it. It's interesting to learn that a dude from high school hosts a radio show or that some improv buddies are making it in L.A. But your work hours today? The fact that you hung out last night with a friend I don't know? The fact that the weekend is coming up? Good gosh, I have a calendar for that.

You know what makes me want to put a bullet in my head? Reading about what somebody just cooked and/or ate.

Says the girl who assaults your eyes with blog posts about her own internal minutiae. But at least I put some interesting big words in there.

Siderolite.

Things I Am Not Above

Obsessively checking Facebook to see if anyone likes my posts.
Obsessively checking Facebook to avoid issues at work that I don't understand, which happens every five minutes or so.
Feeling like an awkward thirteen-year-old when I'm at weddings and they play a slow dance.
Blogging at work.
Fart jokes.