Booked Face and Wit Twits

It's crazy how addictive our online personalities have gotten. Where, as human beings, we can't function without an online social network attached to us. I told Ashley to change my Facebook password in order for me to get through the rest of this summer's semester. I spend a great deal of my time online uploading pictures, commenting on other people's pictures, commenting on my friends' walls, commenting on their status, while uploading my status, while I keep logging in to check my news feed for other people's statuses, likes, dislikes, interests, relationship status, family updates, etc... It's become crazy.

I had jury duty last week, and while I was waiting in the jury pool to be called, I read a recent TIME article written in May 2010 about Facebook. In spite of our current invasion of privacy, especially as you read this blog, Facebook has reached approximately 500 million active profiles.

We have grown to become addicted to these social networking sites, and allow them to become these "private" outlets that temporarily grants us a celebrity like quality, while also giving us a space to "escape" into. I love it. I love the fact that I can keep in touch with family, friends, lovers, but I know that I have become addicted to Facebook, along with millions of others. Its very hard to imagine going online without checking our Facebook at some point during our internet browsing, almost as hard as imagining a world before cell phones.

So in order for me to finish this semester accordingly, I had to ask one of my best friends to change my password in order to finish this semester's work on time.

Pathetic. I'm kind of angry that I have to go to that extreme in order to eliminate my Facebook trigger. And you know what I did when I couldn't access my Facebook account? I created a Twitter account. To feed this procrastination, to ease this 'need to know' quest by stalking celebrities and their status. In one day I had 16 followers, and although that number fluctuates, Its incredible how quickly this next social network takes over. I'm sure normal people can handle a Facebook account and grad school, but I've developed this addictive tendency towards it that I can't.

So I'm thinking of officially deleting it soon. Force people to contact me through other means besides writing a little comment on my wall or picture. That doesn't make up for the missed phone calls, visits, letters and cards. If anything, it emphasizes what we've reduced our interactions to the brief sentences.

I want action. I want reality. Relationships aren't based on Facebook statuses, birthday parties happen with or without Facebook event pages, and babies are born with or without their parents posting pictures online. Life takes tangible moments, not online updates. I want your hands, I want to hear your voice, I want your investment.

Deletion may be coming soon. I'm there. I'm a phone call away. I'm a hug here. I'm a kiss near.

http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1990582,00.html - In case you wanted to read the article. It was very well written and entertaining to read.