Let's face it. I was an addict. I still am. Clearly I'm fiending, otherwise I wouldn't be writing melodramatic love letters (did I mention I downed a bottle of red last night?) to the thing I have been in the longest free-standing relationship with. It's kinda pathetic. And maybe a little sweet. I guess it proves that you can still have strong feelings, even for inanimate objects.
I don't think that facebook was ever entirely bad for me. But it became too all consuming. It was, quite seriously, taking over my life.
In fact, I did a little mental addition (ok, fine I used the calculator on my iPhone). In toto, over the past five years (I joined fbook in 2005) I have spent (with the estimate that I average around 5 hours a day on facebook - in college it was more, more recently it was a bit less) over 9,125 hours of my life logged on. That's 547,500 minutes. And thanks to that trusty song from Rent, we all know, there are 525,600 minutes in a year. Hopefully that just put my usage in perspective for you.
"How do you measure, measure a year?"
I have spent over a year of my life staring at a computer screen. When, I think about all of the other things I could have been doing - the live conversations with friends I could have been having, the sex I could have been loving, the books I could have been reading, the knowledge I could have been acquiring, the sites I could have been seeing - I feel dumb, useless, a tragic product of Western culture and society. My life has gone to waste. It was free time that became used time that became wasted time. At no cost but my own.
Yet, it was always there for me, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, in New York and San Francisco, in college and post-undergraduate life... It's been more friend than foe, no? So, how did things get so out of control?
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