When I'm alone I find myself anchored to my computer. YouTube and Facebook are too enticing for me not to reach for my computer whenever I'm bored. Internet social networking is surely the saddest thing modern technology has to offer my generation. Rather than visiting art galleries or reading or doing anything worthwhile (eg, going to the pub), instead I'm posting boring chat on somebody's "wall" in an effort to keep up with whatever's going on. It feeds our need for attention and to some degree legitimises stalking. Surely both of these things are deeply unhealthy.
And yet before I had Facebook I had my phone, something else I constantly check for text messages, so perhaps it's just me that's addicted to the web/attention. I know this isn't true, though, because beyond Facebook and MySpace and Bebo or whatever else it is that happened in the wake of Friendster, the Internet is crawling with blogs created by people in order to document their lives via photos and witty throwaway comments they spent hours constructing. And if you delve a little deeper, if you want something a little darker, there are plenty of chat rooms associated with bands, actors and television personalities, people apparently either love, or love to hate.
I think for a couple of weeks, more like days or hours as my mother said, I am going to remove myself from Facebook, blogger and the like and concentrate on important thinks like not failing my maths entrance exam for the second time and getting my mind back out of its dream like state ready to learn.