I Make Myself Sick!
Hey There,
It's Sunday... No, it is Monday morning. I have a migraine and I am not sure what to do with myself, but I am pretty sure that staring at a computer screen is not the solution, but here I am, online, combing through Facebook and regretting the time I am spending going through people's pictures. You will find yourself on 2012 pictures on a person you aren't really that fascinated with, someone with whom you aren't even friends, and like a terrible car crash from which you can not peel your gaze, you just keep on looking, and looking, and clicking and clicking. It's a strange compulsion, this thing, of looking at pictures of strangers. I am not sure what fix it gives, but hours can be spend on just clicking from one picture to another. Then, when you reevaluate what you have accomplished during such time, you come to the pathetic realisation that you have not benefited at all from this incredibly time consuming exercise. Ugh!
I am sitting here, looking at myself with that, "what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you" look because a migraine does not give me carte blanche to waste my life when I actually have plenty to do with my time. I need to be up and running by 07:30 today, and this needs for my hair to look decent, but am I fixing my hair? No. I am looking at strange people's pics on Facebook instead, and doing some weird CSI work as I put two and two together about the people I do know on Facebook. You see, this is how it happens...
You're innocently accepting a friend request, when suddenly, something catches your eye on your Facebook page. You see someone you know and click on their picture. From there, it all goes downhill as you see people who are tagged in the picture, and through general nosiness, you click on the tagged people. Then, the rabbit hole goes on and on until you figure out stories about people that aren't yours to know but quite freely available to know about. Sadly, just because things are freely available doesn't mean that they should be consumed.
Two hours later, I know people's cousins, lovers, ex-lovers, and babies who I have never met, who form a pretty interesting puzzle which I happened to put together unintentionally. Then, I sit back, nod, and blink, knowing useless crap about people I do not know. Two hours down the drain, I'm up at 1 AM in the morning having benefited nothing from this energy expenditure because deducing things from random pictures does take some mental effort.
Ugh! I have a Terry Goodkind book waiting for me to read, songs to finish, things to write, an 8 AM appointment, the post to fetch, hair to do, shopping and cleaning to do, but there I was, a little while ago, wasting my time on Facebook. I make myself sick. At least Twitter is funny and educational. Facebook is just... Ugh.
Good night.
It's Sunday... No, it is Monday morning. I have a migraine and I am not sure what to do with myself, but I am pretty sure that staring at a computer screen is not the solution, but here I am, online, combing through Facebook and regretting the time I am spending going through people's pictures. You will find yourself on 2012 pictures on a person you aren't really that fascinated with, someone with whom you aren't even friends, and like a terrible car crash from which you can not peel your gaze, you just keep on looking, and looking, and clicking and clicking. It's a strange compulsion, this thing, of looking at pictures of strangers. I am not sure what fix it gives, but hours can be spend on just clicking from one picture to another. Then, when you reevaluate what you have accomplished during such time, you come to the pathetic realisation that you have not benefited at all from this incredibly time consuming exercise. Ugh!
I am sitting here, looking at myself with that, "what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you" look because a migraine does not give me carte blanche to waste my life when I actually have plenty to do with my time. I need to be up and running by 07:30 today, and this needs for my hair to look decent, but am I fixing my hair? No. I am looking at strange people's pics on Facebook instead, and doing some weird CSI work as I put two and two together about the people I do know on Facebook. You see, this is how it happens...
You're innocently accepting a friend request, when suddenly, something catches your eye on your Facebook page. You see someone you know and click on their picture. From there, it all goes downhill as you see people who are tagged in the picture, and through general nosiness, you click on the tagged people. Then, the rabbit hole goes on and on until you figure out stories about people that aren't yours to know but quite freely available to know about. Sadly, just because things are freely available doesn't mean that they should be consumed.
Two hours later, I know people's cousins, lovers, ex-lovers, and babies who I have never met, who form a pretty interesting puzzle which I happened to put together unintentionally. Then, I sit back, nod, and blink, knowing useless crap about people I do not know. Two hours down the drain, I'm up at 1 AM in the morning having benefited nothing from this energy expenditure because deducing things from random pictures does take some mental effort.
Ugh! I have a Terry Goodkind book waiting for me to read, songs to finish, things to write, an 8 AM appointment, the post to fetch, hair to do, shopping and cleaning to do, but there I was, a little while ago, wasting my time on Facebook. I make myself sick. At least Twitter is funny and educational. Facebook is just... Ugh.
Good night.
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I also have to be up at 7 but here I am. I'm glad I'm not compelled though. Have to change bedding and wash winter blankies. Get some rest and make sure that hair looks fine tomorrow. No, today.