The Addiction

Although this is slightly irrelevant from most of the topics I've discussed here, I've decided to talk about it, anyway.  My life has been consumed by it lately, because despite my efforts in job hunting and trying to find a life again, neither has happened quite yet.  Plus I'm completely enthralled in reading The Twilight Saga again (I'm in the middle of Eclipse, currently) and also trying to go see New Moon again this week.  However- onto the subject.

I am on Facebook.  I keep in contact mainly with people I know in person and my family through this networking site.  When I first joined I had no interest, really.  Most of my college friends told me to join, and I did.  Now though, I find myself logging on everyday, several times, and often spending more than an hour at a time on it.  And not just for networking.  I'm addicted to Farmville.

Yes, you read that right.  Farmville.  It is an application on Facebook that allows you to create your own farm, grow crops, and raise animals.  I never thought in a million years I would join such a game, but it has come to this.  I'm obsessed (may be too strong of a word but it seems suitable currently) with getting to a higher level, more neighbors, and the nicest farm of them all!  Not only that, but I've gotten Chris addicted, too, which has us fighting for time on the computer since we still haven't bought another wireless router for my laptop.  It is quite pathetic.

Today I found myself accepting friend requests based solely on the purpose of getting more neighbors.  Shirley and Ron are fellow addicts, and don't care that I live in Arizona, while they reside in New Jersey.  None of us cares that we've never spoken or met, which was my restriction for adding friends on Facebook- I need to know you.  That has gone out the window.

I may have to start my own FAA- Farmville Addicts Anonymous- just so I can get help once it has completely taken over my life.  For now, I must end this blog because I have to go harvest my Ghost Chilies before they wither.