Throwing Off the Monkey on the Laziness Back

There must be something wrong with me.

Every so often, I get into something and it takes over my entire life. You will probably recall my foray into the world of beads. For a long time, I could be found in the “bead room” aka my son’s old room (he’s never coming back, so I figured, why waste the space?), playing with wire and glass. I began to frequent the local Michaels and Joann Fabrics looking for pieces. I’d walk in searching for a clasp and walk out with $50 worth of glitter. I also went to every bead show within 50 miles of home. Even some of my WordPress “friends” turned me onto more places where I could buy beads. This is much like giving an alcoholic a fine wine “just for a taste.”

My fascination with creating jewelry went on for weeks. My trip to California back in October ended my bead craze. I had purchased some interesting beads from a little store in the Castro, and when I came back to the bead room and deposited them into my little trays, they beckoned me, all shiny and glimmering in the late afternoon sun. However, my muse had mysteriously vanished and I had no idea what to do with all the glass hearts I had purchased.  So now I am stuck with many hundreds of dollars worth of beads and no muse.

Next came NaNoWriMo, and I’m glad that obsession overtook me, because now I am more than 2/3 finished with the novel. Of course, once I achieved the magic goal of 50K words, my muse again left me all alone with Mr. Laziness, damn her. I’ve worked on the book only sporadically since the first of December.

People who know me here probably know me from a different web site located in the far reaches of the internet. I spent a lot of time in that place, and it wasn’t just for the bonanza of gift cards that I received just for being there. (Although I must say, that was a nice bonus.) I really liked the people there. There was a lot of witty repartee going on, some drama, and some of the most interesting writing from some of the most twisted minds around. I found My Internet Boyfriend there, and we’ve been friends ever since. But the place was uber addicting, a huge time-sucking venture. I found that I had to log in, even when times were tough and some people were acting troll-like and mean.

When I cut myself off from that place, I had to do it with a complicated suicide event that spanned several months. Even after I said my final goodbye and signed off, I signed back in a couple of times as one of my alters, just to read my favorite peeps. However, I’ve been good since then and not signed on as anyone since last March or so.

And now I move on to the current addiction-du-jour. I hate to admit it, but it’s Facebook.

Once used solely as an instrument in stalking my children, Facebook has, in the past several weeks, been enormously fun and addicting. This is likely because several of the peeps from the original web site have discovered Facebook and came out from the cold. It’s nice to see my old friends again. I’ve missed a certain craziness from that “other” place. It was humorous, and I needed some fun injections into an otherwise dreary life.

If you aren’t on Facebook, you should be warned that there are several game applications that you can add to your profile. I discovered a couple of word games on Facebook that are so addicting, I find it hard to tear myself away. (When I was younger, you could give me a dictionary or a volume of encyclopedia and I’d be in heaven for hours. I like words.) I couldn’t really play some of the games on there that MIB or other friends liked, such as Knighthood and the like. I just couldn’t get it. Playing with my imaginary cat also lost its appeal after a week or so. (I believe my cyber kitty Matty is now dead, or close to it. I haven’t checked on him in weeks. He’s got to be both hungry and thirsty.) Kanji Box is helpful, because I’m attempting to learn Japanese, so I’m looking at that game as an educational tool.

No. That’s just an excuse.

The Little Cat says I spend too much time there, and I have to agree, albeit sheepishly. Granted, the time spent on the dreaded FB is the same as during my work hours at my real job, but still, I could be doing something productive, instead of chasing my tail around trying to beat Kathleen‘s high score in Scramble. (Damn her, she’s a freaking machine!)

So anyway, this week, I’m not signing into Facebook.

That’s the only way I can get that damnedable monkey off my back.

12 Responses

  1. You can do it! OMG, did I just channel Gilbert Godfried?

    I can understand the scramble addiction, I truly can. Finish your novel and you can go back and beat the pants off her. 🙂

  2. My little sister beats me EVERY time. She’s the real machine. 🙂

  3. I like to search for people on facebook and once in a while I can leave a note on someone’s wall but that’s about it. The games don’t work for me. I love word games but I have to do them with good old pencil and paper. I can’t do them online. I guess it’s the same reason I can’t listen to a show or a lecture without taking notes. If I don’t have pencil/paper, I don’t absorb it. Weird but I cannot work those darn games although they look like they’d be fun if I could.

  4. Ahem, I thought Fluffy would chastise me for letting my cyber cat die. I named him Matty, after Ms. MiniD’s old boyfriend. I guess Matty the cat died shortly after the real life love story bit the dust.

    Damn, K. I can’t imagine anyone beating you! MIB beat me by a couple, and you know I can’t let that sit still.

    Corina, I know what you mean. But those games are what are so seductive for me.

  5. I’m still working through the concept that I’m not your only cyber cat, Pan. 😉

  6. I LOVE YOU!!!!

  7. Ummm… Joanne…. since you’re not going to be on Facebook why don’t you look into Twitter.


    I’m not helping things am I?

  8. Umm, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve made friends with a bunch of the same kind of addictive personalities. 🙂

  9. TWITTER!? I can’t even figure it out. But I suppose once I do, that will be the end of my Facebook addiction…

    And, yeah, Shawn. Birds of a feather flock together. 🙂

  10. I’m too fond of my real life kitties to become addicted to a cybercat. 🙂

  11. Except for LFC, of course.

  12. *bumps David affectionately*

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