Intervention

I think I have a problem. Maybe. I might be addicted to Facebook. Maybe. I might need an intervention. Maybe.

I can see it all play out in my head....my family calls the show Intervention and tells them they are desperate...can they help me. They show video of me sitting on the computer on Facebook in my pajamas...haven't showered in days. Kari is running around in her underwear, eating food off the floor. I am telling the cameras that I don't have a problem...I only log on for a few minutes in the morning and evening. It doesn't interfere with my family life. I could quit anytime. Forward to my family in a hotel room planning my intervention...the best way to get me into recovery. They trick me to get me there. And I'm all mad and saying I don't have a problem. Everyone is crying and finally I agree to get treatment, but not before I sneak off to log on to Facebook just one more time....

Can you see it??

I don't think I'm that bad, but Facebook is addicting. It is also a blast to see people from your past. And it is almost a little bit like being back in school. Except now you are sending the note "will you be my friend?? check yes or no" over the computer instead of on written paper. And you also think, "what if they don't want to be my friend, what if I get rejected???" Anyway, I have to go...must get back on Facebook!! I really don't have a problem....

Until next time....