My carpel tunnel of an index finger was brought on by overuse of the Facebook like button.
Why have I allowed myself to fall victim to an icon that gives me an unlimited supply of people pleasing approvals to some of the most inane comments in the world?
Yet, each and every time, I find myself striking that like button, I am drawn to it like a crack addict. Yes, I am ashamed that I have allowed myself to fall prey to this like button syndrome and unfortunately, I see no light at the end of this tunnel.
There are probing questions swirling around in my head with regards to the like button. I know, it’s human inclination to tell folks what we like and to want to be liked… but have we gone too far?
Should you hit like when someone shares a news story about a pedophile who has murdered children? Is it acceptible to hit like when a friend says they’re having a surgical procedure or that a parent died? If someone puts up a picture of Sarah Palin or Charlie Sheen, do you uncritically press that like’ button?
What about those friends who constantly post inane status updates like when 75-year-old cousin Herbert got his penile implant and was bragging about his sexual conquests; should you be damned for not hitting the like button each and every time?
What about the minute-to-minute daily postings of sister Bertha and how she is loving her newfound bod after gastric bypass; shouldn’t you hit that like button to show your support?
Is the gross overuse of Facebook’s like button just a piss poor attempt at social interaction that makes so many of us look like we’re insensitive or just plain ole dumb?
When I think back at some of status updates that I’ve liked, I want to roll up in a ball and rock in some dark corner! Why would I bother to like any of these mindless comments:
- I worked at Hooters but didn’t sleep with Tiger Woods!
- Jan Brady was actually prettier than her sister Marcia
- I’m trying not to be indecisive but I’m not sure…
- The best part of this job is that the chair spins
- Trying so hard to keep my eyes open when I sneeze
- I’m sleeping right now…
- Marriage is a union that is recognized by the police
- I survived Legionnaire’s, Y2K, Mad Cow and Swine Flu
What the hell? At least I have come to terms with my like button Facebook syndrome and since I am now aware of my affliction, I will become more conscious of its useless usage.
But what about you? Are you guilty of pulling the trigger on that like Facebook button far too often?