It was so fun to find people from high school that I hadn’t spoken with in 15 years. See the adult they turned into and the paths they chose.
When I asked my then teenage children “what did you do last night?” and got the usual response… “nothing.” – Facebook told the real story…of the wild party; the kiss with the boy; the status update “in a relationship”.
I had an in-home daycare and I used Facebook to post pictures and updates of the children. It was a wonderful tool.
First, its addicting. A quick five minutes turns into hours.
I was turning into a spy. Once a quick glance at my kids activities was turning into detective work. “who is that boy… lets find out…”
Drama! Some people use Facebook as a tool to communicate displeasure at others. Things are said that someone wouldn’t dream of saying in person.
No longer was I leaving the computer filled with happiness. I would leave seething, tired, ‘computer-ed OUT’ having sat there for hours. Not one to do anything in moderation, my solution… delete the darn account. Worked GREAT…. for a few months.
Like sneaking a cigarette after you quit smoking… I’d sign-on to Kenny’s account, just to get a peek. Yesterday, while sitting at the computer I started to feel nauseous. It was then I realized I had been there for three hours…. on Facebook!
“Hi. My name is Jodi. I am a Facebook addict. It has been twelve hours since I had my fix.”