|Facebook Addiction: The Life & Times|
of Social Networking Addicts
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I'm Paul Aaron, and I'm a social networking addict. And instead of getting on Face-book first thing this morning, I'm grateful that I downloaded N. G. Osugwu's book, Facebook Addiction: The Life and Times of Social Networking Addicts. It was available through the Amazon Kindle application for iPhone.
I first created my Face-book account shortly before admitting defeat again to drug abuse. I went to a rehab, stayed in touch with many of the people I met there, and continue to have a strong support group in Narcotics Anonymous. I've been clean from drugs for almost six months now. I have not been clean, however, from the drug that has taken over my life in place of the drugs I was taking before: SNEAKING. My Face-book addiction was not out of control at first, but--like other types of addictions--was insidious and got worse over time. At the peak of my SNEAKING, I was ignoring phone calls; ignoring my partner of ten years; having Face-book-chat-sex; posting new profile pictures--on average--every twelve hours; feeling guilty and unfulfilled after a morning or night of SNEAKING--it was as if I could never get enough; making myself unavailable to the people I serve at work because I was continually on Face book via iPhone application; obsessing over what my next status update would entail; obsessing over what shocking thing or image or video I could post next, the primary goal being to get the most "comments" in return; deleting any status update or picture or link that did not get an immediate responses from my "friend" pool; and going to bed every night and waking up every morning with Face book.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do now. I know that something needs to be done. I've only gone on Face book once today, but it was enough to set the wheels turning. It's all I think about; it's all I day dream about; it's all I dream about, period, anymore, and that frightens me. I'm not opposed to deleting my account completely. People with predispositions to addiction of any sort seem better off when they give up the drug completely.
Like a narcotic, Face-book allowed me to be in a constant trance, disconnected from everyday reality. I really think my love affair with it has ended, but I've grown as a result, and I'm just glad I didn't lose anyone or hurt anyone--too badly--as a result of my active addiction.
Thank you all for your support.