For all you Facebookers- or "FBs" as us die hards call them- take note!
In the four or so years that I have been a hardcore "user", I have had my shares of ups and downs. I have connected with classmates I haven't spoken to in years (come to find out there may have been a reason I haven't kept in touch), gotten back in touch with ex boyfriends (and there is a reason they are called EX boyfriends, go figure), and posted picture after picture of myself doing stupid things (because for some reason, I had this idea that EVERYONE on my friends list would LOVE to see me at seven a.m. with my hair in a wild mess about my head in my shoddy blue pj pants, watching my then four year old open Christmas presents...).
I jumped into the Lets Make A Group About Anything phase, in which I participated in Born in the 90s, I Bet Wisconsin Can Get One Million Members Before Any Other State, and Track Who's Viewing Your Profile! (By the way, that last one is a SHAM that NEVER works!)
I also got into the fanisms that were going on- Kristi just became a fan of Hey your brights are on, HEY your brights are on! HEY YOUR BRIGHTS- jerk. Kristi just became a fan of Smiling when people say stupid things. And so on.
I EVEN RELUCTANTLY ADMIT that I hopped on the Farmville wagon, and with it came Cafeworld, Fishville, and many others.
But when it got to the point where I was getting impatient in traffic on my way home or texting Rachel my password so she could log in for me (because I waiting two days for those damned crops to grow and there is NO WAY I am going to let them ROT!), I knew I had a problem.
It got so bad at one point, that I had to make sure I was home on Christmas Eve just so I could finally open my 68 gifts under my special Christmas Tree on Farmville. Most of them were fuel. Needless to say, big let down.
So I made a commitment to myself to go offline on FB for a week. AN ENTIRE WEEK- no cheating!
It start Sunday, February 7th, at 7 p.m., and ends exactly a week later- Sunday, February 14th, at 7 p.m.
So far so good! I haven't cheated once!
Not even to satisfy my need to "spy" on people who don't privacy lock their accounts...
I wonder if it really is true that you pick up another bad habit whilst giving one up?
Now, where did I put that chocolate...