You are turning 10 Facebook, that’s double digits, woohoo! Now that you are getting older, I feel like I can finally be frank with you and tell you that you are probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I like to sometimes think back to a pleasant time in my life where I didn’t have Facebook. Those were the days… I would actually leave my room and accomplish things; I wouldn’t just sit in front of a screen all day (which I don’t do that often…I mean, I wouldn’t sit in front of my laptop allllll day. Sometimes I’ll only sit there for half a day).
In the 10 years since its inception Facebook has successfully turned most of the world into paranoid obsessives and stalkers/paranoid obsessive stalkers. And, I’m not going to lie; I am a brilliant Facebook stalker. You can’t hide from me! If I know your first name, I will find you. If I know who you are friends with, I will find you. If I even just know what you look like, I will find you! (Maybe I shouldn’t be sharing how much of a creeper I am with everyone but come on, we all do it. No point in lying about it). Being able to scroll through random peoples pictures and personal information without them knowing is pretty awesome and weird…but mainly awesome. I mean, where else is that an acceptable and common thing to do??
I used to check Facebook maybe once every couple of days and be super happy if I had even one notification. But today, I compulsively check my phone or laptop to see if I have any notifications or any messages or even better, a friend request! (Those are pretty rare for me, because usually I just add people straight away before they add me. I don’t even think about how weird they must think I am for adding them so hastily after just meeting. Whatever, I’m cool). I am also an uncontrollable liker; I like everything on Facebook. I don’t bother commenting, that takes too long, I just click the little button and scroll my way down my news feed liking away. People often comment on how much a like things, maybe I should sort myself out. I do write quite a few statuses as well and I put up photos quite often… God, this whole thing is making me look really lame. I need to get out more…
Anyway, the point is, I know I spend waaaay too much time on Facebook and thanks to Time magazine I now know exactly how much:
Ok so yes that’s 21 days 8 hours and 45 mins of my life I will never get back but did they really have to use the word wasted… Was it really a waste? Stalking hot guys and putting up pictures of myself that make me look better than I do in real life? Pretty sure that’s time well spent.
How much time have you ‘wasted’ ? Click here if you dare.
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By Olivia Davison
Edited by Lucy Korn
