Facebook and big bad world!!!

Ok … I think ive officially lost it. Its in the Mangy genes I am made to believe, To snoop, investigate , and be in the know of the happenning of other peoples life. Guys I confess I am a Facebook addict ( Did that Zukerberg guy just smirk, jerk). I sound hopeless, but its like I have this inbuilt clock within my system, that I need to open FB exactly every two minutes. I know…. What could possibly change in 2 mins? (only 120 seconds)

So here’s how I start my day . I begin by logging into Lotus Notes, my official work mail account, which actually takes like eternity to launch. So .. in the mean time I happily open FB, and in lighting speed im all over the place, checking my notifications, customary wishes for birthdays, Like some silly comments, browse through some adventurous photos taken by people on their latest trip to Honolulu or was it Thimbaktu? And viola before I know it its been half an hour, conveniently forgotten about my beloved Lotus notes, What Notes ?

A year ago it was Farmville, that stupid game, I stopped playing it sometime back, because I got bored of gifting cows, horses and sheep’s to my friends. One time I got soo bugged, that I swear I wanted to go hunt for a real cow AND throw on someone’s face. That would have been, so much fun. You know the feeling when you get some 50 notifications, you feel important, n happy, a sense of pride, but exactly the opposite happens when you realize that 48 of the notifications were requests from Farmville, city ville and some x number of awesomelicious-crappyvilles . Sheesh, One Day a friend of mine, V called me with such urgency “Listen she said, I need a favour.. Always ready to help, Sure , I replied. Can you please plough my field, I’m tied up and if I don’t my plants will die.. My mother, who was sitting close by, who was as usual eves dropping on my conversation, was flabbergasted, about me ploughing a field and sowing sunflower seeds. I tried explaining its existence in the virtual world, but little did she understand. MJ who is an excel expert also created a Farmville Spreadsheet, on what generates the most revenue, what to plant in the morning, noon and So on. Such expert strategy , That would put the players of online gaming to shame. Lets move on, Crappyvilles are now history. PHEW!!!

My 18 year old cousin is this most happening thing on planet earth I think, Every weekend are at multiple parties, with lots of alcohol, pretty dresses, cool dudes, and 200 photos with exactly the same posses. One of my favourite pastime is to spot the differences between similar photos- 1,Hair slightly moved 2 Right leg straightened :P . ANYHOOOO makes me feel ashamed of my boring life sitting at home, logging onto FB and waiting GG and VD (makes me happening). Ok, ok im exaggerating, But none of the above happens, we are too old, and bored to Doll up, Or made to think that way, where are the cool Dudes ??? (SERIOUSLY, WHERE ??? my age , WHERE ?? ), we take pics too, but somehow they make us look retarded on FB, How?? . Kids these days I tell u, SIGH, Rem I said 18 :D

I’m going to now learn photoshop, and cut my picture and place them under different backgrounds, in front of the Alps, Under water, white beaches with green water , romantic clouds, why should others look all adventurous, an have such amazing lives? I wanna be cool too, Yo man, yo !!!

Anyhoooooooo long story cut short, I’ve tried everything to get rid of this addiction, Ive gone out of facebook, ( G quit FB again, boring story said the other) tried to challenge my self to not logging in, tried to keep my logging in just once a day, BUT No respite, I return to my dirty ways, Old habits die hard they say. Did I just say OLD ? :d I need Help, Someone please save me .