*Update: by the time this blog was posted it was 0106 (that’s 1:06am to you non-military people)
Inspired by Kerri Sackville’s post on Mamamia I thought I’d take the plunge and admit to you all that I, too, am suffering from an addiction. As you can see (or not) I am sitting here at 0045 (that’s 12:45pm to you non-military people) blogging, when I should be in bed because my Small Lad (4yo) and Wee Lad (16mo) will wake me cheerfully at 0630 (that’s 6:30am to non-military peeps). But I am not, no I am not in bed, and why is that?
Because my name is Mel and I’m addicted to social networking.
Phew, that wasn’t so bad! (as in, I’m only twisting the tissue furiously in my hands rather than shredding it into tiny pieces).
I’ve been addicted, on and off now, for about 3 years, but lately it has got much worse. I took a 12 month break because it had become far too unhealthy, in that I was constantly composing 140 character thoughts in my head. After 12 months of virtual cold turkey I thought I’d broken my habit. Until about a fortnight ago. I tentatively rejoined the Twitter and blogging world after having been to a Williamstown Literary Festival session called Literary Blogging, with Lisa Dempster and Angela Meyer (of Literary Minded) and was inspired to get blogging again.
Well, not really, because I do love to blog. And tweet. But now it has taken a shady turn. Now, I’m blogging in hopes of increasing my employability, as a way to market myself. And, to increase this employability/marketing scheme, I thought I’d join a few other social networking sites too. Now I obsessively check my stats, update my websites, and jump every time Tweet Deck makes that little tweeting noise.
I think I may have taken too big a leap, because here I am blogging when I should be sleeping. I update my Flickr, Tumblr, Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook (actually, Facebook is crap now), and Flavor.me. Then I blog. Then I read blogs. Then I go to bed and I dream blogs and photos and 140 character sentences.
But I don’t really have a problem, because I’m not, like, whoring myself or neglecting house or family duties (looks dodgily from side to side).
So there you have it. I am addicted to social networking. What’s your addiction?