It was late and I was bored. I found myself logging on to a certain social network...Facebook. For any avid readers of my blog, you will know that I deactivated my account back in December and blogged about it. How it was pointless and pathetic. How I couldn't care less about what people were doing. How I no longer wanted to be a part of it. But here I am, defining hypocrisy itself and signing back in. I felt pretty bad, but curiosity got the better of me.
I guess I wanted to know if it had changed. If it still had that 'pull' that got us all hooked in the first place. If I still cared even a little bit, or if it just seemed immature and pointless. It was odd after four months without it to again have so much information at your fingertips. Unnecessary information, but information all the same. Looking at old pictures and remembering 'friends' that I had forgotten all about, I was fast coming to the conclusion that I really wasn't missing much. I had made the right decision, and would stand by my December blog. But it was disappointing that I had to re-discover Facebook in order to let it go again.
And then something worse happened. My phone buzzed and the text read 'Miss I don't have Facebook.' Oh dear. I attempted denial. And then I told the truth. It was painful. Not only did I know that I was a hypocrite, someone else now knew too. And this someone else had no qualms in mentally battering me for it. Probably quite rightly.
So I felt the need to write this blog, perhaps more for my own satisfaction than yours. Because we all have to hold our hands up sometimes. Yes, I had a relapse into old habits. And as crushing as it was to be 'found out' by someone else, I did deserve it. Because it wasn't really about Facebook. It was a reminder to resist temptation in order to practice what you preach. And it's a lesson well and truly learnt, even if I did have to get my hand caught in the cookie jar.
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