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CONFESSIONS
Confessions of a Recovered Facebook Addict
I took a long, hard look into my phone camera and realized a few things…
We’ve all overindulged in social media from time to time. I’m still no stranger to the terrifying rabbit hole that is other humans’ virtual lives. When I was a teenager, however, it was my primary source of social connection. I was a bona fide cyber-stalker, and I felt powerless against the temptation to peer into the virtual window while shuttering myself up in my actual bedroom.
Nowadays I don’t go out of my way to alienate everyone around me and thus spend a good portion of my time actually socializing with people. Back then, though, it was a very different story. I was kind of… a bitch. I identified as wise beyond my years, and labored under the delusion that I had “good social skills”. In reality, I was just another bumbling teen trying to figure out her shit.
Below you’ll find five TMI confessions of someone whose head was so severely up her own ass that she still prefers to scroll through social media in pitch darkness.
1. I really don’t know what “going out” even is.
It seemed to me that anything posted on social media always revolved around this mysterious activity. People were always getting ready to do it…
