They Don't Have a Group for This

I've discovered that though I've never fallen prey to the classic addictions- drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, etc.- I still develop my very own special and equally disturbing addictions that interfere with my life.
The last one I told you about was the Harry Potter Books on Tape, but now I have a new, less excusable one.
Facebook.
I resisted Facebook and the less impressive MySpace for years. I've never been very technologically savvy, so I figured it just wasn't for me. I only decided to get a blog so I could practice writing narratives. But I vowed I would never give into the self-obsessed internet culture represented by the MySpace crowd. Most of the people I knew who used these kind of web pages were my sister's friends that had them as online diaries so their friends could all get ticked at each other when they read about the nasty things the other person had said about them.
Less than a year ago I remember one of my classmates in political science, a girl I didn't even know, looking at me like an alien when after asking me if I was on Facebook, I informed her that not only was I not on it, but I didn't even know what it was. That alone was enough to convince me that I didn't need to find out anything about it. If it was something popular that all the other kids at OSU were doing, odds were I probably wouldn't like it. After all, they all went to keggers and were nuts about football, and I'd never gotten on those bandwagons.
But then a few days ago my friend Kim decided to throw a party, and she put her invitation up on Facebook. I wanted to comment on the page about whether I was coming or not, but I realized that I couldn't unless I had a Facebook page.
So I thought, ah what the heck, I'll never use it so why not just make one so I can RSVP to Kim.
And then it sucked me in.
The next thing I knew I was obsessed with posting pictures, putting up quotes, and looking for people.
I found so many people I hadn't talked to in years, people who I honestly had wished I hadn't fallen out of touch with. And I discovered that almost all my best friends were on Facebook as well. I sent out friend requests to a whole slew of individuals.
And now here I am checking my Facebook page every two minutes, desperate to know who's said what and what's new with everyone. Why do I feel like I'm in high school again? Only instead of talking about who's going with who to prom or who got in a fight with whoever, now we all talk about what we're studying in school or what kind of jobs we're trying to find.
I really honestly love knowing what's going on with everyone. I love feeling like I'm a part of a group that I can constantly comment on and be involved with whenever I want. The joiner deep inside of me is jumping for joy.
And I keep thinking about increasingly more clever things to put on my profile that will epitomize what I am all about. When did I suddenly become so self absorbed?
I should probably get help. But they just don't have a group for this.
And besides, I'm having way too much fun. ;)