Facebook Status: Obsessed

Last night, after reading my blog about my crazy mother, my friend texted me and asked me what my strange obsession was. At first, I didn’t know what to say exactly. Unlike my mother, I am not transfixed by HSN or QVC. I don’t smoke.. I’m not addicted to shopping, alcohol, or even South Park or Family Guy. Then, today I was riding around in the car with my mother and my sister, and I whipped out my cell phone to get on the internet to change my facebook status and check up on the world for the umpteeth time since I woke up that afternoon . It seems like just a simple mode of communication with my friends now at 310 and counting, some who are gallivanting halfway around the world. But, when I can’t go more than half of a day without checking it, to see if someone has commented on my photos, posted new pictures, or liked my status; it‘s a bit apparent that I may have a problem. Facebook has become the new Myspace, becoming even more life consuming than its predecessor with bumper stickers and an endless number of applications that you can choose from. I have become so obsessed with it, especially now that me and most of my "college" friends are separated by states and long drives, that I will sit there (much like my mother with her HSN) transfixed for hours. I will sit there and look through 27 pages of flair, adding the latest Zac Efron, Twilight or motivational phrase. Then, I might just pop over to someone else’s profile to check out what they have going on. Then there is the new fad of my Top 5 whatever… Or "Which Disney Princess Are You?" quizzes. I can’t deny the endless number of minutes I have spent on Facebook taking these quizzes. Or filling out the Top 5 People I Want to Punch in the Face (Oprah, Spencer Pratt, George W. Bush, Carson Daly and Vanessa Hudgens if you were wondering). I am even logged in right now, looking at pictures, talking to people I haven’t seen in like a week. Facebook status: Obsessed.