Facebook addict
I find myself, almost unconsciously, wandering back to facebook to check out what my listed friends are upto, moving my cars around in Parking Wars, building up my castles in the Knighthood game, updating my profile and uploading more pics. She-who-must-be-obeyed is starting to feel like a facebook widow.
As some of you may know, I am an iterate IM’er (Instant Messaging), and facebook also allows you to IM friends when they come online – hallelujah! …or as I am beginning to wonder “uh-oh”.
IM’ing for me is a simple, and cheap, way to chat to friends and gets over some of the inate shyness that is, unfortunately, built into my DNA (which is one reason why I don’t use the phone on a constant basis). However I am beginning to wonder at what point does IM’ing friends start to become, for them, something coming close to stalking? The unfortunate element of IM’ing is that you don’t know what the person is doing or feeling at the time you send a cheery little “hello” down the line to them, and people (despite beliefs to the contrary) will always try to remain polite, especially to friends, whatever their mood.
So I think, from now on, I shall try and keep my IM’ing to a minimum and only on a as-needed basis – unless of course I am IM’d first. Maybe I am overly worrying about a non-issue, but that is a side effect of having too much time on one’s hands during the wee hours (I go to bed WAAAAAY too late).
So if you do find yourself being pestered one too many times, a “feck off” is always taken in the mood it’s given 
. What’s more worrying, is the following reply given by a friend when I brought it up with them;
coooooool, i have my own stalker….wicked !!