Withdrawal From Stupidity

Here’s the deal. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. When I first got it in 2007, I thought I was the coolest chick around because everyone was still on Myspace. It was my thinking that only the coolest people made the switch to Facebook, leaving the socially handicapped to the older networks. I loved it. But then EVERYONE started coming onto Facebook around the start of 2009, and my love for Facebook slowly turned into abhorrence. I dreaded logging on every single day and being berated with annoying statuses. I don’t care what you’re eating. I don’t care what your schedule is for the day. I definitely don’t care that you’ve had a bad day and don’t want anyone to text you.

facebook-big-brother-is-watchingSo you may be wondering, why would I even keep my Facebook if I hated it so much? Well as a high school student, the pressure to be like everyone else was at an all-time high. So I kept my page because if I didn’t I’d be considered more socially handicapped than i deemed the people who remained on Myspace in 2007. Then, Facebook reached the old people. Just as I was about to graduate high school, excited about finally being able to delete my Facebook, all of my family members decided to get with the times and sign up for an account. I joked about deleting my account after graduation with my mother, and was met with a sad expression. “But Brianne,” she said quietly, “How will I know how you’re doing at school?”

So I had to keep it. And even though I completely hate its very existence, I check it several times a day. So when my professor told me I couldn’t use Facebook for an entire week, my first thought was “Great, now I don’t have to see the idiotic things people post.” But then I realized…I wouldn’t get to see the idiotic things people post. It was the thing that made me feel good- to know there were people out there who were dumber and more annoying than me.

Why am I so addicted to seeing the stupid shit other people post on Facebook? I feel like a normal person shouldn’t get joy from seeing how dumb the people around them are. It’s only been 4 days, but I’m constantly asking my roommate to tell me what certain people we’ve put on our “watch list” (they post the stupidest things) are saying.

Facebook and other social media sites are like a drug to people in our society. We’re obsessed with knowing where everyone is and what everyone’s doing at all possible times. It’s scary to me how dependent I’ve become on Facebook, despite my hatred for it. I’ve only just now come to terms with the fact that if I didn’t have a Facebook, I would go crazy wondering what everyone was doing. Needless to day, I’m extremely excited for this assignment to be over so I can get back to my hourly dose of stupidity.

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3 thoughts on “Withdrawal From Stupidity

  1. I had exactly the same attitude about Facebook as you did. I only kept mine for family members who felt the need to still have an update on my life via the internet. I actually barely go on it anymore, just when I am absolutely extremely bored and desperately need a distraction, but when Dr.Wolff told us that we weren’t able to use it I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t be able to do it but honestly I haven’t thought about going on once. I never thought that it would be this easy.

  2. Honestly, your post kept me so entertained. There’s a sense of humor that you used about your Facebook usage and it makes the blog post easy to relate to. I refuse to be friends with any adults on Facebook because I don’t want to be pressured about the statuses I post or the pictures I put up. My mom even told me she doesn’t want to be friends with me on Facebook, which I thought was really funny. If I want to take a Facebook break and disconnect from the world for a while, I deactivate my account. One time during my senior year, I deactivated it for 3 months and was fine. When people tell me to not go on though, that’s when I get antsy. It really is like a drug. How scary is that?

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