I am an Addict!
There, I said it! First step of revival and recuperation is acceptance. There is nothing I can do without being forced into the situation. Every minute, every second of my free time (keyword) goes into pumping in the fumes of my addiction. Be it early morning or late night, a hectic day at work or a languid day at home, a great time with my group or a lousy time, all these have been fueling me and i have been guzzling more and more!!
Is there a point in one's life where it needs to said "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH". At this point of time what with me staring at the walls due to my utter helplessness of my current situation and the predicament which I am in, I have had an epiphany, my addiction is that of the worst sort! If something is not done very soon, I might not live long enough to see the world move ahead!
Although I have seen many addicts successfully bounce back to life, it seems like a lost cause for me and in such a situation the state of affairs is much more evident and the buoys seem to be made of iron determined to sink you to the absolute bottom of a never ending recess.
My addiction might seems mundane but from my point of view it has reached a level which even an avid smoker or a heavy drinker would even cringe from.
My anathema is Facebook, once a great platform for meeting and greeting long lost friends and keeping in touch with their lives. Mark you have indeed created a tool for people who intend to get to their friends without having to scrounge through old school records and talking to every friend that you might remember who might the remember the friend who is friends with your friend. Confusing yes, but remarkably effective when you are trying to remember, recognize long lost friends, acquaintances, loved/dear ones. Facebook is to social networking what Google is to searching stuff on the world wide web. But even a lt of good is bad for an individual.
FB has become a drinking problem for me. There is a need to open up FuA (Facebook users Anonymous). I cant sleep without browsing through it a one last time, there seems to be no point in waking up and sitting idle if I cannot at least browse Facebook for sometime. There used to be many things for me to do in life which have suddenly ceased to exist.
My love of reading books seems to have vapourised - I have 3 new books sitting in my bag, waiting to be taken out of the wrapping paper as sent by the good guys from flipkart.
I have lost all interest in photography - I may not be the best one but nowadays it seems tiring to even bring out my camera which has taken some thousands of pictures since it came to me 2 years ago!
I have stopped feeling like a bird in the air - a feeling of desolate life living in the murky and languid city of Allahabad seems to made home.
Sunday used to be a time for some personal things to be taken care of, whet the apatite for having a lonetime after an hectic week, these days it just seems to end at staring the FB wall for some posts by friends which i look at but do not even comment upon.
What is the point in living such a non-existential life? I seem to have sunk to the lowest of ebbs and I need not look farther than a website which gave me some of my old friends back. MZ you created a beauty and I in my addiction have turned it into a beast for myself and people around me! Need to dust of the cobwebs off the shelves and get into some reading mode now that writing is again becoming a part of my life. Anything but facebook would be a mantra, lets see what happens next sunday! Till then ciao!!
Is there a point in one's life where it needs to said "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH". At this point of time what with me staring at the walls due to my utter helplessness of my current situation and the predicament which I am in, I have had an epiphany, my addiction is that of the worst sort! If something is not done very soon, I might not live long enough to see the world move ahead!
Although I have seen many addicts successfully bounce back to life, it seems like a lost cause for me and in such a situation the state of affairs is much more evident and the buoys seem to be made of iron determined to sink you to the absolute bottom of a never ending recess.
My addiction might seems mundane but from my point of view it has reached a level which even an avid smoker or a heavy drinker would even cringe from.
My anathema is Facebook, once a great platform for meeting and greeting long lost friends and keeping in touch with their lives. Mark you have indeed created a tool for people who intend to get to their friends without having to scrounge through old school records and talking to every friend that you might remember who might the remember the friend who is friends with your friend. Confusing yes, but remarkably effective when you are trying to remember, recognize long lost friends, acquaintances, loved/dear ones. Facebook is to social networking what Google is to searching stuff on the world wide web. But even a lt of good is bad for an individual.
FB has become a drinking problem for me. There is a need to open up FuA (Facebook users Anonymous). I cant sleep without browsing through it a one last time, there seems to be no point in waking up and sitting idle if I cannot at least browse Facebook for sometime. There used to be many things for me to do in life which have suddenly ceased to exist.
My love of reading books seems to have vapourised - I have 3 new books sitting in my bag, waiting to be taken out of the wrapping paper as sent by the good guys from flipkart.
I have lost all interest in photography - I may not be the best one but nowadays it seems tiring to even bring out my camera which has taken some thousands of pictures since it came to me 2 years ago!
I have stopped feeling like a bird in the air - a feeling of desolate life living in the murky and languid city of Allahabad seems to made home.
Sunday used to be a time for some personal things to be taken care of, whet the apatite for having a lonetime after an hectic week, these days it just seems to end at staring the FB wall for some posts by friends which i look at but do not even comment upon.
What is the point in living such a non-existential life? I seem to have sunk to the lowest of ebbs and I need not look farther than a website which gave me some of my old friends back. MZ you created a beauty and I in my addiction have turned it into a beast for myself and people around me! Need to dust of the cobwebs off the shelves and get into some reading mode now that writing is again becoming a part of my life. Anything but facebook would be a mantra, lets see what happens next sunday! Till then ciao!!
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