Don't let an addiction rule your life
Facebook is a rapidly snowballing social networking facility of HELL. Yes, you heard. HELL. It's great when you want to find someone that you can't any other way. If they are aged over 6 and below 50 it's likely they will be on facebook (or they don't have a life). But there are pitfalls as come with any technological breakthrough.
For instance, you can search, but if they've changed their name, or spell it differently, or are under a pseudo name that only their closest allies now know, you have no hope; or next to no hope of finding them.
Secondly it is now fast becoming an addiction to most of the population (those that have friends). I read this week that more and more employers are banning it because their employees are spending too much time on it. Basically, once you start, you're hooked. It's a slow but very steady addiction, much like gambling or alcohol, and similarly, people are finding it is losing them their jobs.
Thirdly, and this is by far the most disconcerting of all the pitfalls to facebook; it's so scary to actually find out what your friends are now doing. It installs a sense of fear, of inferiority, and of moral panic. Your friends all seem to have better jobs than you, get paid more than you, have cuter pets than you (which bizarrely they invite you to be friends with on facebook...yeah, as though a cat knows how to use the application). Or in my case, my friends are getting married, having babies in 5 weeks, or having just had second babies. This caused a mass crisis in my life. How do you compete with a baby for christ's sake? Yeah I just moved in with my boyfriend, into a rented house, with a job...that's temporary. Nothing appears permanent in my life. Needless to say I had my freak out at Mike about this. Needless to say he laughed.
After 'talking', yes, it required that much calming down; I came round.
It doesn't matter that I'm not ready to buy a house, or have a baby, or get engaged. It doesn't matter that they are living in London earning 10 times as much as me. It doesn't matter that pet Poochy won best dog at crufts. None of it matters. None of it indicates that you are any better a person than me. I don't earn much, but I love my job. I don't have to sit in a stuffy office all day staring at a computer screen worrying about whether my shares and stock in 'I'm so rich I don't know what to do with my money' are going up or down. I have freedom to move in a year if I want, to the other side of the world if I like...without paying huge sums in solicitors fees to sell my house/pay off the mortgage/have vaccinations for Poochy. I am me. That simple. We are happy. End of, definitely no kids or anything like that for now.
Ironically in the fortune cookie I got yesterday the message was:
"There will be a new addition to the family!"
Now excuse me while I go to check if anyone else has replied to my event that I created whilst at work this morning....
For instance, you can search, but if they've changed their name, or spell it differently, or are under a pseudo name that only their closest allies now know, you have no hope; or next to no hope of finding them.
Secondly it is now fast becoming an addiction to most of the population (those that have friends). I read this week that more and more employers are banning it because their employees are spending too much time on it. Basically, once you start, you're hooked. It's a slow but very steady addiction, much like gambling or alcohol, and similarly, people are finding it is losing them their jobs.
Thirdly, and this is by far the most disconcerting of all the pitfalls to facebook; it's so scary to actually find out what your friends are now doing. It installs a sense of fear, of inferiority, and of moral panic. Your friends all seem to have better jobs than you, get paid more than you, have cuter pets than you (which bizarrely they invite you to be friends with on facebook...yeah, as though a cat knows how to use the application). Or in my case, my friends are getting married, having babies in 5 weeks, or having just had second babies. This caused a mass crisis in my life. How do you compete with a baby for christ's sake? Yeah I just moved in with my boyfriend, into a rented house, with a job...that's temporary. Nothing appears permanent in my life. Needless to say I had my freak out at Mike about this. Needless to say he laughed.
After 'talking', yes, it required that much calming down; I came round.
It doesn't matter that I'm not ready to buy a house, or have a baby, or get engaged. It doesn't matter that they are living in London earning 10 times as much as me. It doesn't matter that pet Poochy won best dog at crufts. None of it matters. None of it indicates that you are any better a person than me. I don't earn much, but I love my job. I don't have to sit in a stuffy office all day staring at a computer screen worrying about whether my shares and stock in 'I'm so rich I don't know what to do with my money' are going up or down. I have freedom to move in a year if I want, to the other side of the world if I like...without paying huge sums in solicitors fees to sell my house/pay off the mortgage/have vaccinations for Poochy. I am me. That simple. We are happy. End of, definitely no kids or anything like that for now.
Ironically in the fortune cookie I got yesterday the message was:
"There will be a new addition to the family!"
Now excuse me while I go to check if anyone else has replied to my event that I created whilst at work this morning....
Labels: facebook
posted by Culinali at 4:25 pm
2 Comments:
I'm living in London, but I'm willing to bet you earn more than me! And you have a proper job....
Although I concur on the freakiness of everyone getting married etc. and the even freakierness of the fact that I may be joining their ranks in the next few years, depending on how things go.
Never mind buying compost in garden centres, when me and Dunc get our own place we'll probably be getting a joint bank account for bills and stuff. Now that IS scary.....
By the way 'depending on how things go' = depending on whether certain conversations were just drunken ramblings, so don't go getting too excited!!
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