Is Facebook More Addictive than Crack?

You’re a good person. You live a good life. The invitations start coming across your email. “You’re friend Sue Yu has invited you to join Facebook.” It’s so easy. Put in your email. Plug in your forty second password of the year and you’re off. I just can’t. I’m at the office. We have deadlines and accountability and integrity. You’ve been on classmates.com and reunion.com.  Facebook can’t be any better than that. You beg off for the day escaping the peer pressure once again.

It’s the weekend. Nobody’s home. You check your email. There it is again for the twelfth time in the last two weeks. “Your friend Iona Frisbe has invited you to join Facebook.” It wouldn’t hurt to try it once. I’ve always said I’ll try anything once. Yet, the beginning is uneventful. You’re not feeling anything. I’m filling out the profile and feel nothing. It’s just like filling in the blanks when I buy some piece of crap from Target online.

Time for your first search. TJ Tech High School. Class of ‘84. Wow!! There’s Ben Dover. He was in my 9th grade geometry class. There’s a rush now. You’re flying. Oh yeah, look there’s Anna Recksiek, that skinny b$*%@ch. Who else can I find? The hours just go by…….

Before you know it, you’re passed out at the dining room table. Two empty bottles of Chardonnay and Merlot are next to you. In a fog, you stand up and trip over the pizza box. You see your eight year old watching American Idol with a big pizza stain on her dress. You’re three year old is running around naked with a pizza crust between his legs. What happened? It’s dark out. What time is it? All you can really think about is getting on Facebook to see who wrote on your wall.

The weeks go by. You’re bank account is empty. The mortgage hasn’t been paid in two months, but you do have 162 friends. When child protective services come, you don’t even look up from your laptop. The malnourishment is beginning to show. The weight loss, the pale skin. People are talking. You’re husband leaves you. Before you know it, you’re getting poked everyday just to make ends meet. What happened to the life I used to have? How can I get help? I can’t live this way anymore.

Time for Facebook Rehab!

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