After the kids are deposited at school, I park my rear at the kitchen table and visit the same websites, in the same order, every single morning. I love reading the news. When my morning routine was repeated every two hours, I wondered with some amusement if my passion for news was turning into an addiction.
Last month my question was answered with relief. I wasn’t suffering from an addiction, because for days my computer sat on my kitchen table in “sleep” mode, power light blinking. It seemed to be begging me for attention, and I felt guilty. Why was I avoiding my computer?
Then the answer came to me: I was avoiding my computer because of Facebook.
My beloved internet news tour was always punctuated with an obligatory visit to Facebook. My goal was to sign in, post articles and news links, and leave immediately, but that never seemed to happen. My relationship with Facebook got off to a rocky start. I would get sucked into a time-consuming whirlwind of comments and pictures. I tried to type something, but I didn’t feel witty, funny, or relevant. I felt like I was in a crowded room trying to shout, but no one could hear me. I love to talk, so why couldn’t I comment? I’ve tried but fingers were still, poised above my computer, cursor impatiently flashing.