To say Facebook is just an online community is like saying Bush is just a little out of touch with reality. Facebook started as a way for college students to network and keep in touch and in the span of 3 years it has grown to about 25 million members. It has become a strange addition to our daily routines, maybe even somewhat of an addiction. My own quest to stem my Facebook dependency lasted a whopping two days. It’s become second nature for me to sit at the breakfast table, sip my coffee, finish my crossword then immediately login to Facebook before heading out the door.

Facebook is a stalker’s dream come true. It’s actually kind of scary how easy it is to track someone’s life. I’ve been taken aback by how quickly word spreads too, random acquaintances would ask me about things and I would wonder how they even knew about it. Further amusement comes from the fact that the simple utterance of the word “Facebook” qualifies as a legitimate all encompassing “enough said” type answer.

“Facebook?”
“Facebook.”
“Ah. yes.”

On top of the already unexplainable addictiveness of good old Facebook, those clever little devils have just recently added an array of applications to steal more of my free time.

I’ve been able to keep in touch with old friends I haven’t seen since grade school. And it’s made remembering my co-worker’s names a whole lot easier, all 200 of them. That would mean less awkward “Heeeeey….youuu” moments. Bless you sweet addictive Facebook.

I myself find it equally amusing how shamelessly addicted I am. I can waste away my hours and couldn’t for the life of me explain how I did it. I find myself wondering if Facebook will lose its novelty and soon fade away into Friendster-like oblivion. In the meantime I’ll happily enjoy wasting away my hours until someone offers up a 12 step program to help me with my addiction.