Something is happening to me lately – something not very pleasant. I find
myself in bed with Mark Zuckerberg every night and every morning. He is there when I fall asleep and when I wake up. He is there in the form of his creation, his baby, his spawn – in form of Facebook!
It’s an obsession. It is a blessing, a curse, an addiction. It’s difficult to know exactly what it is but I know it has to stop. I have to reclaim my life. Before I even realize what city or hotel room I am in the morning, still half asleep, my thumb automatically moves and finds the Facebook app without me even having to look at the screen (I don’t bother turning off the phone anymore before going to sleep). Do you remember the time when you could type sms at lightning-speed under the table on the old Nokia phone without so much as glancing at the keyboard? It’s about the same instinct-driven, highly satisfying automatic movement, the way my finger finds, actually senses the shiny Facebook app.
And here they are – all of them: my real friends, my not-so-real friends and my not at all friends. Here are all their boring, not so boring and unfortunately very seldom scandalous posts. And as I read them, read them all, search for more, judge and comment, my mind is full of trivia before the day has even started and even more trivia follows me to bed at night. You know how the Buddhists say that our thoughts are like a monkey gone wild? My “monkey” is Mark Zuckerberg. Don’t get me wrong – I think he is a sweet, smart guy, but please I simply don’t want him in bed with me or be the monkey jumping around in my head. So I have decided to go to bed with Buddha instead. It’s a pretty recent relationship but he makes me focus during the day and sleep deep during the night. Sorry Mark, it is over – but we can stay friends.
“This story actually, touches on how we’ve all become so used and addicted to Facebook. The monkey in contest or Mark Zuckerberg is Facebook”. (Prince Baah-Duodu)
Article by Anna Kupka, Forbes Contributor