I’m a recovering Facebook junkie. There should be a 12 steps program to deal with this troubling addiction.
For a time, I would log in before getting out of bed, during every bathroom break, and anytime a conversation started to stall. Nursing sessions with my son we’re incomplete without at least one newsfeed scan. And if you let me, I could rattle off superfluous information for my 442 “friends,” some of whom I haven’t seen since elementary school, to anyone who would listen.
But I started to notice something recently that troubled me and made me take a break from the Facebook madness for several months now: Facebook made me an asshole.
I found myself less happy, more unsatisfied with myself and my own life, and jealous of friends with their vacation photos and status updates of big personal or career achievements. I was annoyed by happy news, perturbed by controversial opinions, and livid over events my friends were attending where I — gasp — wasn’t even invited!
So I took a step back. I decided to take some time off and reflect on the positives and negatives of Facebook to determine whether it was worth continuing on this road to madness or finding new ways to waste my time. Three months into my sabbatical, I stand by my initial revelation. Facebook truly made me a self-conscious, dishonest, angry asshole. Here are five reasons why: