Facebookaholic

I turned on my laptop. Even before the desktop loaded, I clicked on the browser icon, I couldn't wait till i could click on the Facebook.com short cut on the user tab, it turned on with my password saved; I hit enter fast, like a chat ninja.

There was I.

In front of a huge number of notifications, which slowly i opened one by one. I liked a few random pics even if I thought it were stupid, then a few status messages which I dint even read fully, then a few app request without wondering "Why would some one even like a app request?" and then drop a few comments hopefully, hopeless. Then like my own comments even if it had just a little essence of humor, then randomly read a few other comments, and like the rest. Then comes the crucial decision making part when I need to choose a pic of mine and change my DP again. Update a status. Like it. I would even like the like button if it were feasible. Read a few messages often spam, then reply with equally meaningful content. Then go to my profile page and poke back the huge list awaiting to be clicked. Then slowly sit back and scroll down through the updates and follow the usual facebook of custom of likes. And then a cold sweat drips when I think about logging out.

Finally I logout. And shut my laptop.

Walk out to my bed to realize that the reason I had turned my laptop on to see my "time table" for tomorrows class !!

The fact that worries me more is that when I turned on the laptop again i thought it was more important to share it on my status message, but what i typed was top big for it THATS WHY I BLOGGED and I still havent checked the time table YET !


I in the witness of the almighty and the fear of thy self, declare and admit that I am a Facebook addict !


SAVE ME !!! SAVE YOURSELF TOO !!