There. I've said it. I'm an addict. I never thought I'd be trolling around Facebook land to begin with. After all, I'm a grown up. That's a place my kids hang out. But when my friend Gina invited me to create a page for myself (does that make Gina my Facebook pusher?) I just had to give it a whirl.
At first I just showed a few book covers, and answered a few profile queries. But the next thing I knew, I was getting request to be Facebook friends with a lot of my real life friends. It seems they'd all been in Facebook land for a while. And soon we were all writing on each other's walls with glee.
That of course led to the Bumper stickers, the sending of cyber plants in the hopes of saving rain forests, the pokes, the super pokes, and the never-ending status changes.
And then came the moment I knew I was addicted. I created a Dogbook page for my dog Pepper Burwasser. And he already has friends believe it or not!
I haven't had the guts to request that my kids accept me has a friend. I'm not sure who that would be weirder for, me or them. But I am trying to up my number of on-line pals (hint. . .hint).
The addiction to Facebook is strong. I sometimes catch myself checking my page on my Blackberry in the gym locker room or while waiting for a take out order at the deli. It's not as good as a full fix on a nice sized screen, but it tides me over for a while.
But only a little while. I just noticed an e-mail popping up on my laptop. Apparently someone has sent me a message on Facebook.