Too much time on Facebook

(Photo by Bruce Guenter)

I have some issues with Facebook. I am always delighted to read about my children, my grandchildren and friends, their prosperous life, and their uncanny ability to spend numerous hours, touring and exploring. I am pleased that they are successful enough to try every venue, climb every mountain, boat every river, run every marathon, post Fitbit achievements to FB, bike into wilderness areas, taste every odd and unusual exotic food, sample many foreign beverages, visit every tourist attraction, dine in a plethora of restaurants and pubs and bars, explore every trail, seek out all abandoned manors, catch the latest flick, and plan bucket lists long before their time, They never forget anyone’s birthday, anniversary, wedding, childbirth or any event, significant or not.

They do all this while holding down full-time jobs and documenting these adventures with a glut of selfies. They share their escapades with all the world.

In twelve short years, this social network grew to more than a billion users worldwide. It’s a great platform to share those graphic digital moments which were heretofore locked in our not-so-smart phones.


There are also opportunities to share links, voice political views, including (usually memes from well-set-up avenues) and the glut of look-at-me glamor shots, look at where I am now, look at where I am going, and look at where I have been. Then those secret or not-so-secret moments are shared with the world.

It’s a venue or soapbox to vent, entertain, or startle the faint of heart, cause parents and grandparents to ponder the tenacity of their siblings, or cause envy of their lifestyle.

I question the time spent recording and sending such information. Were these moments spent on the clock at work, while the boss is away? I know it takes time to check out and respond to the commentaries that continue to scroll onto my computer screen. But since I am my own boss, I can comment on the truisms or myths as they present themselves on my own time.

I find Facebook provides a creative path and opportunity to send stories, poems, a few jokes and a chance to share my creative life with some friends. My Facebook is more entertaining than informative. No personal alluring photos, maybe because my alluring days are a thing of the past, if they indeed ever existed. I have a few snapshots of newsworthy wild creatures I have stalked and taken down.

I don’t do restaurant reviews. My friend John claims he can cook, but eats out so often that he could be our local food critic. I am usually the last one to visit the new and latest eatery.

My days of dangerous or risky stunts now a thing of the past, although I did the Zip Line at Hunter. It was not as scary as it was a long, drawn out procedure. The preparation took much more time than the great above-the-treetops ride. I recommend this venue, but plan on spending a long afternoon.  The friend I was with took a few pictures, but dropped his camera on his way down. His Canon may still be an ornament high in a tree in the Hunter woods.

My old, almost deaf dog doesn’t do any tricks or cute poses. He sleeps, eats and sheds hair about the house. No one would find my dog very interesting or photogenic.

Although not recognized as a disorder, Facebook certainly is an addiction. It has filled many of my hours, while my vacuum has stood silent and the dishwasher patiently awaiting emptying.

The screen of my laptop blocks out the view of those mundane chores. With a few swipes of my fingers I can enter the world, find answers to the most enchanting questions, message friends, convey my wishes to them through a keyboard tap. I can accompany those little round faces with a simple comment “like” to their post which fulfills my obligation to them.

I never suspected Facebook might be this addictive. With that in mind, I have avoided, Pinterest, Tweets, Chat Bot, IRC (Internet Relay Chat) and chat abbreviations. Other then Skype, I am avoiding new learning curves.

Sorry, Zuck, although I am grateful to join your network and the extraordinary communications connecting my home to the entire planet, I spend far too much time sitting. My Fitbit has been urgently complaining.