I thought I could not survive without Facebook
Apr 16, 2009
I want to cry out loud and I know people will mock me. Some will call me names, but surely boss, you have disconnected the tube that feeds me. <br>
By Jacobs Odongo
I want to cry out loud and I know people will mock me. Some will call me names, but surely boss, you have disconnected the tube that feeds me.
I appreciate the blessing-in-disguise that could arise, but who says you should not rant about the ‘disguise’?
My sickness was fair, but when I went to hospital, the situation deteriorated and Dr. Mark Zuckerberg decided I would be better feeding through a tube.
My doc called this tube Facebook. Within a week of using it, I realised the cutlery I was previously onto like Yahoo! Mail and Google were chicken droppings.
I understand some people call that condition addiction; to be exact, addiction to Facebook. How many times did I come to the office and try not to browse Facebook only for my index finger to impulsively direct the mouse onto the same thing I was avoiding?
For the unprimed, I am talking about you too. So do not think you are mocking me when I am turning your woes into a lab specimen.
Several times, I told the doctor I was tired of the tubes and wanted solid food. He would allow me to quit, after I filled a form justifying why I was quitting the Internet Craving Unit (ICU).
Funny, this Zuckerberg man! He did not ask me why I was joining Facebook, yet he had to take me through the cumbersome questionnaire before I signed off.
Anyway, the first time I walked out of ICU was on a Friday. I am not sure if it was Friday the 13th, but all I can say is it did not work out.
Two days later, I was back on Facebook! By the time boss busted the tube, I had quit seven times and yet I was still in it.
See, that explains why I no longer chide my friend Emma for refusing to quit fags. Addiction is not an easy thing to do away with.
When Facebook was busted in office, I could not fathom it at the time, my immediate reaction was a grin.
A buddy had SMSed me while I was in Jinja telling me of this news. She was fuming, but as I read the text, I could not conceal my joy.
Later though, I tried to imagine life without Facebook at my desk and it is then that I began to wear a frown on my face. I have to use the kiosk to chat with friends.
I used to get ideas for my work, get comments and interview sources on Facebook.
I will get over this and then who knows, I may be painting my heart red with better things than Dr. Zuckerberg’s tubes.
I want to cry out loud and I know people will mock me. Some will call me names, but surely boss, you have disconnected the tube that feeds me.
I appreciate the blessing-in-disguise that could arise, but who says you should not rant about the ‘disguise’?
My sickness was fair, but when I went to hospital, the situation deteriorated and Dr. Mark Zuckerberg decided I would be better feeding through a tube.
My doc called this tube Facebook. Within a week of using it, I realised the cutlery I was previously onto like Yahoo! Mail and Google were chicken droppings.
I understand some people call that condition addiction; to be exact, addiction to Facebook. How many times did I come to the office and try not to browse Facebook only for my index finger to impulsively direct the mouse onto the same thing I was avoiding?
For the unprimed, I am talking about you too. So do not think you are mocking me when I am turning your woes into a lab specimen.
Several times, I told the doctor I was tired of the tubes and wanted solid food. He would allow me to quit, after I filled a form justifying why I was quitting the Internet Craving Unit (ICU).
Funny, this Zuckerberg man! He did not ask me why I was joining Facebook, yet he had to take me through the cumbersome questionnaire before I signed off.
Anyway, the first time I walked out of ICU was on a Friday. I am not sure if it was Friday the 13th, but all I can say is it did not work out.
Two days later, I was back on Facebook! By the time boss busted the tube, I had quit seven times and yet I was still in it.
See, that explains why I no longer chide my friend Emma for refusing to quit fags. Addiction is not an easy thing to do away with.
When Facebook was busted in office, I could not fathom it at the time, my immediate reaction was a grin.
A buddy had SMSed me while I was in Jinja telling me of this news. She was fuming, but as I read the text, I could not conceal my joy.
Later though, I tried to imagine life without Facebook at my desk and it is then that I began to wear a frown on my face. I have to use the kiosk to chat with friends.
I used to get ideas for my work, get comments and interview sources on Facebook.
I will get over this and then who knows, I may be painting my heart red with better things than Dr. Zuckerberg’s tubes.