Facebook is a giant time warp. You log in just to check out what your buddies are doing and an hour disappears! You become “friends” with people you haven’t seen in decades and barely remember anyway. You find yourself hauling out the high school yearbook to try to remember who in the heck that person is that just “friended” you.
Soon it’s an hour here and an hour there. Then it is suddenly bedtime or time to get the kids from school and you complain that you just couldn’t get anything done today. You were to “busy.”
By the way, the “you” in the previous two paragraphs was code for “me” and “I.”
I don’t even play the Farmville, or AquariumWorld, or MobCity or whatever game is all the rage these days!
So I said a temporary adios to my “friends” in mid-February and gave up Facebook for Lent.
The first week was hard. I had to delete the Facebook app from my iPhone and replace it with a rosary app. I needed the reminder of why I was doing this. I needed to re-align my priorities. I wondered what everyone was posting about. I met new people and wanted to look them up on Facebook, but that just couldn’t happen.
It got easier as time passed. I thought less and less about it. Then I began to figure out that I was out of the loop! People got married and others got divorced. Babies were born and young people died. Life happened!
Things happened in my life, too, and I couldn’t share them with my “friends.” The people who are in my face-to-face life knew, of course, but those with whom I chat only online were unaware.
There were also little moments when I’d think “man, I’d love to facebook that!” especially the funny moments in my family.
Wilson and I were pretending to argue about what to watch on television one night during the olympics. He jokingly said he didn’t care what I watched so, just to pick on him, I said that we were going to watch figure skating – the antithesis of masculinity. Without hesitation, he asked “Long Program or Short?”
Things were bearable until the last week of Lent. The Devil, I mean Facebook, sent me an e-mail to let me know that I had four new friend requests waiting on me! That was just mean.
Now that I’m back, I’m trying to maintain a hold on the amount of time that gets sucked into the black hole of Facebook. A little here, a little there, but no more marathon sessions!