My friends are all hooked to Facebook. I got an invitation to go to one of our outings through Facebook. Party invitations are sent through Facebook.…
My friends are all hooked to Facebook. I got an invitation to go to one of our outings through Facebook. Party invitations are sent through Facebook. Invitations to weird, addictive games and applications are sent through Facebook. I mean, I’ve apparently been bought as a pet there by a friend. It’s strangely amusing and yet that’s what makes it so incredibly distracting. Can you imagine? Ten years from now I can see my friends inviting me to their weddings. Or incarcerations. Funerals. Through Facebook, of course. Unless by that time it’s been deemed passé. I rarely log on to Facebook. To be short and direct, it creeps me out. I might just be paranoid, but I a) changed my name on Facebook so as to make myself unsearchable by creepy stalkers, b) made the privacy settings so strict so that only people I’ve specifically added can see my profile, and c) I’ve never posted pictures of myself on Facebook. Of course, my friends have added rather unflattering pictures of me to their albums, but I can’t dictate what they do.
I’m concerned about the effects Facebook addiction has had on my friends. They use it primarily as a distraction tool to procrastinate on more important things. It seemed harmless at first, but if they’re constantly on the site, they need help!