I have a mild addiction to facebook. At first, I treated it like myspace and I was all HELL.TO.THE.NO. I am NOT signing up for facebook. It’s like myspace for adults. And something got the better of me. I signed up last year sometime. And at first I was kind of “eh.” I felt a little dirty. And then I discovered the apps and it became some sort of shameful obsession. Mob Wars, Parking Wars, Pet Society.
And of course, the beloved FarmVille. Which I resisted for so long, because the updates annoyed me, but I joined because my therapist said that I needed to take time for myself during nap time, and who am I to argue.
Of course the seeing old friends is pretty cool. I found one of my oldest friends on there from elementary school. He immediately got sucked into FarmVille too and he said to me “Did you ever think, as we were walking down to McDonald’s after school that we’d have imaginary farms, and we’d be discussing them? To which I replied “dude, I so didn’t see this coming.” But yes, I now have an imaginary farm, that I’m very meticulous about.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some peppers to harvest.