I realised that I am a chronic Facebook addict.
Religiously, I login to my account everyday (in fact, the lapse between the previous time I logged in and the current is so short and temporary, some times I do not even have to re-enter my account details!) and respond to comments about my status updates, posts, pictures and whatnot.
Thereafter, I would refresh the home page once every other minute hoping that the notifications, new friend requests or even the message symbol would light up. When that does not happen, I would eagerly and patiently wait for status updates or new pictures posted by my friends to drop down on the main page.
When that does that happen, I proceed to read almost all the status updates, browse through almost every picture that I have missed out on when I am not on the computer. But with the benefit of hindsight, I am constantly in search of wireless internet zones when I am not near a computer. I would surf on my Nokia E72. It is safe to say that, hardly any new Facebook activities goes by without me knowing.
All of the above consumes at least thirty minutes to complete before my Facebook craving is well satisfied or I cannot be arsed to respond. After which, I duly and willingly return to work. How productive, you must be thinking.
On a different note, it seems to me that the urge to share and catch up on what others share is gradually manifesting itself into a undesirable (and possibly dangerous) social trend.
Since joining Facebook, I find myself endlessly chasing all the new updates by others while simultaneously wanting to tell the world about myself: where I am, what I am doing, who I am with or even pictures of the aforementioned. These seemingly interesting and harmless information are potential sources of knowledge for stalkers, sexual offenders and robbers.
In short, I feel that individuals these days are revealing what is more than necessary. A great movie to illustrate this point is We Live in Public.
