But the urge hasn’t gone away … like quitting smoking, the Facebook-itine has lasting effects.
I’m still twitchy.
I can still feel its pull.
I know if I allowed myself, I’d spend hours catching up on the backlog of posts. But alas, I’m staying strong.
I remember the Facebook-days fondly, and I romanticize them in my mind.
Remember the time somebody posted a picture of vomit? That wasn’t really so bad, was it?