I have deactivated myself from Facebook for approximately 24 hours now. And it feels like hell. My keyboard have this suction power that keeps me wanting to type w-w-w-.-f-a-c-e-b-o-o-k-.-c-o-m. Okay, that's a lie. Mozilla saves my history, so I only have to tap on the F key (no pun intended) and voila, comes out the bookmarked Facebook homepage. And the login icon keeps mocking me and urging me to key in my password to reactivate my account.
It's like waving Reese's Mini Peanut Butter Cups in front of a training Biggest Loser contestant or offering a teetotaler a flute of Pinot Giorgio. It starts as an innocent trial then it works up to a helluva binge. I know I can't consume Facebook but it feeds my need of attention. The need to be noticed and known. It's also great for stalking, which encourages my runner-up ultimate bad habit. It's unhealthy and being deprived of it proves that Facebook is truly my number one addiction (not really, I have others).
I have been thinking of making it a 24-hour only thing, so that I could experience what life's like without social networking (which is a failed plan, in the end, since I still have Formspring, Tumblr, Blogger and Yahoo!Mail) but I decided against that. I am going to see how long an addict can go on without logging in to Facebook.
(But when you think about it, I could have just not log in for a period of time instead of going all soap opera drama and deactivate the account... Oh, blame my emotional bipolar self)
(now, how can I get my PMS-ing cat to shut the hell up?)