14 and a half waking hours of no Facebook and I'm beginning to get the shakes.
On any other given day, I wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and walk over to my laptop to get on Facebook. This morning, I got my toothbrush and started walking down the hallway only to stop midway and turn around sulking. The day just didn't seem right without my morning Facebook check but I made a commitment to myself and I plan to stick with it.
I made my way to work, hooked up my computer and checked my email and schedule for the day. Instinctively, I opened a new tab and started to type "f". My heart dropped as I quickly remembered and discontinued typing, sulking once again. Throughout the day, I would keep glancing over thinking I would see my 'news feed' screen and every time I did that, it made me realize how addicted I was to it, especially considering I looked over almost every 15 - 20 minutes. I was able to get through the day with a few close calls and a few playful teasing from my co-workers but I knew it was when I got home, that it would affect me the most. Living alone for me has it's ups and downs. I use Facebook as a means to stay connected and communicate with friends and family back home and it also served as the thing I go to for comfort. Without it, my place just seemed quieter and lonelier. Despite that though, a sacrifice isn't a sacrifice without a struggle. I'm sure these next couple of days will be bearable but it's the weekend that I'm afraid of. Needless to say.... I really want to go on Facebook right now.
39 more days.