Hey! This post is really old. You should take it with a grain of salt.
Facebook.
The very name is preppy and smarmy, like a photo album of people you've never met.
It starts slowly, maybe a friend tells you to join, "Everyone's on it".
So you sign up, you log in. It's like a utopia, a torrent of friends and photos
send a dopamine rush through your head. "If a little is this good, more must be better!"
A friend here, a like there, a group with a witty name and a funny picture, an event for
a friend's friend's party. "This is good", you reassure yourself, "I can stay in touch
with anyone and everyone". And soon you have 500 friends, everyone you've ever met, and
you're drowning under a deluge of pointless schmoozy statuses, like a waterboarding
victim gasping for air. "lol facebook stealz ur life" you post. People laugh, but
it's only funny cause it's true. You reassure yourself, "I can quit anytime"- spoken
like a true addict. Like any abuser, the cancer spreads through you, agressive
corrupting and pestilent like the most violent weed, spreading its tendrils through your social life.
But it's not a cancer. Oh no, cancer is kind compared to this. This is a virus. A virus
which you spread, every time you ask: "Are you on Facebook?", infecting the
innocent with your putrid desparation. Misery loves company, after all.
< From Mrs. Barrett :D Some words. >