Hi, my name is Megan, and I’m a social networking addict.
It was a lot harder for me to imagine than I thought it would be.
I can recall, years ago, scoffing at friends who refused to join the myriad social networking sites and thinking they were so two-thousand-and-late. I mean, who could possibly be that out of touch with technology that they would deny sharing every waking moment with the world?
Thankfully, shakes and other withdrawal symptoms did not surface, but I slowly realized I could indeed survive without constantly mining for updates from my friends.
This was crazy — I’m a successful, smart, logical adult. Where was this social pressure coming from? I needed to snap out of it and inhale some fresh air from the reality I knew before social networking monopolized my time. I dreamt of a morning where I could roll out of bed without immediately grasping for my phone to check status updates.
At first, it seemed impossible to distance myself from this world. I prayed Charlie Sheen would continue his rare streak of good behavior and open a rehab clinic for everyone from alcoholics to people filled with tigers blood and Adonis DNA on down to us social networking addicts. Or that the upcoming season of Celebrity Rehab would expand its casting call to plebeians like me suffering from an addiction unrelated to narcotics or Vicodin.
Thankfully shakes and other withdrawal symptoms did not surface, but I slowly realized I could indeed survive without constantly mining for updates from my friends. I deleted the apps from my phone and significantly decreased the time spent poring over the sites.
Almost immediately, I felt huge waves of relief. The feelings of rejection I previously experienced vanished. I even found myself picking up the phone to talk to my friends' voices and hear updates on their lives sans photo tags, likes or #hashtags.
I must say, life as a recovering social networking addict isn't easy. Firing up my shiny Macbook immediately triggers an instinct to type in a URL that just might take me back down a path of destruction. And trust me, it takes everything in my power to refrain from grabbing my phone immediately upon arriving at a destination to check in.