Last week I went on national television and admitted I was a Facebook addict.
Watching it back, I was humiliated. I felt like a hypocrite, because I hate Facebook and all it has come to stand for.
So I made a decision to abandon my account for one month. A little social experiment.
I will document my progress on this blog, and most likely develop a new addiction to checking my blog stats. And Twitter.
But we’ll see how it goes…
It is 12.13am. I have been off Facebook for 13 minutes.
I am craving my newsfeed.
How will I get to sleep without my pre-snooze stalk?
Watched an interview with Christian Bale and wishing he had a Welsh accent. I wonder what happened to it? This weird hybrid thing he’s got going is doing my head in.
Bored of YT. Not as addictive.
At work. Hanging up underwear (The new collection. It is AMAZING. Can’t wait for Spring Summer 2013!!!). Bored. Craving FB.
Had to post on Underwear of Sweden’s page and nearly logged on. SO. VERY. TEMPTING.
Almost forgot. Again. May have to watch a movie or actually communicate with my family.
Okay, I am being a little dramatic. But seriously, would love to just have a peek.
Never realised how often I checked my account.
Eating chocolate now. Satisfied.
I cheated already.
I promise it wasn’t my fault!!!!!
It was work’s fault.
At Underwear of Sweden, we are running a Facebook competition (which, by the way, you should all enter considering I get to choose the winners. And based on how many entrants we have right now, your chances of winning are ultimately… well… perfect).
So I had to test the competition by logging on and entering in it. And I saw my notification bubble, glowing red-hot.
I got this adrenaline rush, and I saw my rationality running down the street for a latte.
It was almost manic, the swiftness in which I clicked.
AND IT WAS A FUCKING EVENT!
Man I hate those things.
I logged off quick smart after that. (May or may not have posted a status letting the world know I cheated. Cos I’m cool like that).
Impressed at how much time I have.
Just had an afternoon nap on the floor of my lounge room next to my little brother. It was beautiful.
Lying there, with carpet imprinted on my face and his little arm around me, I felt so innocently spontaneous. Childlike.
The urge to Facebook was small. Just a tiny niggling in my thumbs, a gentle throb.
What’s Facebook again?
I had a slight desire to go on this morning to check out the profile of this guy I met, but aside from that…
Enjoying my coffee with an un-technological serenity.
But it is only 10.30 am!!!!
On a completely unrelated note, feel free to write me a comment. I am not craving notifications, honest!
I just want you to have the opportunity to, erm, offer your opinion ;)