Friday, September 23, 2011

Facebook: The Drug

Come on, admit it: You're hooked on Facebook. Who isn't? That Zuckerberg kid didn't get to be a billionaire for nothing.

Look at us! It's pathetic, really. Especially now, with all the annoying and invasive and meaningless changes he's making that we all hate, and aren't afraid to say so on our Facebook pages: "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," is quite popular. Also, just a general aura of disgust concerning the new things, which is commonly registered as ARRRRRRRGGGH! right there on your Facebook page, for all to see. The outrage has even caused a few people to sign up for Google Plus, or is it Google +, just to teach those folks at Facebook a lesson. Of course, you have to go to your Facebook page to try and convert everyone to the new playground, or else what are you doing over there? So despite all our grousing and grumbling, which has been so loud it made the TV news, nobody has deactivated his or her account.

Basically, the Zuckster and his minions could do anything short of abducting our children and we'll stick around. Why? Because we're addicted. At least, everyone I see there is. The people you don't see who have accounts--they are not addicted. The ones you see more, they're on the way to complete dependence. But the people you now see regularly--you know who you are--they are addicted. (I won't name names, but everyone else can see them too, so it's pretty much a known fact.)

It's the expectation-- or is it a desperate hope-- that something said or discussed or shown will make your day better, or else why go? It is volunatary, after all. Then there are the other people who "use it as free advertising for their business or art or craft or personal blog," like, hey, this one you are reading right now, but really they may not want to admit it but they are also hooked, they're just writing it off their taxes at the same time.

I wonder what we'll do when they start charging us.

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