I have been wondering if I have an addiction to Facebook. I can’t seem to not go there at least a hundred times a day, check out my friends’ status updates, add a few of my own, and click on those tempting links that take me to funny videos or to news headlines that make me shake my head. And of course, I have to return to Facebook to post my impressions of said videos and head-shaking news.
This morning when I started my computer I immediately opened my browser and went to, you guessed it, Facebook. You would think I would have made it my home page by now, but I haven’t. I am resisting the final step towards truly admitting my downfall.
Back in March, I finally decided to give Twitter a shot and now I have twits to contend with and, no, I don’t mean my fellow twitterers, although the person who had an intriguing lead-in to his “article” and sent me to a porn site is certainly a twit.
I was a late bloomer to the Twitter world because I just didn’t want to get sucked into another vortex that would consume my time and take me away from writing. In my decision to work on being a writer I realized I wanted and needed to build an online presence. I have seen the benefits as new and unknown people are reading my words and any anxiety I have felt over “exposing” my mental world to the public has begun to lessen, but I am also noticing the detriments of being so plugged in.
I find myself using social media sites as a crutch whenever I get stuck in writing or editing, and when I allow myself to seek the comfort of my online friends, hours go by. It feels like a couple of minutes but when I respond to a laugh-out-loud post at 9:00, blink and look at the clock, I am always surprised to see it’s 11:22. That’s what happened to me yesterday. I gave myself two minutes to beat myself up over the loss of time and then I got to work, but in the back of my mind I became worried.
Why is it so easy to slip and click open my favorite websites? Am I avoiding doing the work of writing which, quite honestly, can be hard, challenging, and not that pleasant when you’re feeling stuck, or am I truly addicted to social media? This morning as I scrolled through the newest updates, I asked myself if I could forgo going to Facebook and Twitter for a week.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours.
Ten thousand and eighty seconds.
No status updates. No new friends. No cheers to friends with good news to share or jeers at posts that irritate or make no sense to the posters.
I was contemplating declaring this intent, but then I stopped. What if I miss something? What if someone needs moral support or a laugh after a really crappy day? What if…
Yup, I think I’m addicted. I have been seduced. Social media has become a sexy siren. (Can men be sirens? Let me know. Google isn’t helping me out on this.) I can’t imagine stepping away, and yet I think I need to retrain myself and put up guidelines so that I can focus on what’s most important to my goals.
I am not even mentioning the other websites I visit. There, I have lessened my numbers over the years because I just couldn’t keep up with the number of sites that caught my interest. Considering that my tastes are eclectic and easily scattered, this was a challenge and frankly, it was exhausting. Now I stick to a few “go to” sites—a few is still three to five, right? Okay, it’s more than a handful of sites so we’ll just call it a controlled bunch. Anyway, occasionally I check out new ones, but I make sure not to bookmark them unless absolutely necessary and while I have previously admitted having an unnatural love of shoes, Zappos is not on the list (but I still know how to get there).