A couple of weeks ago, my husband took my little son to the park. While he was at the park a friend was there with her children. My husband and our friend started talking.
“Well, I do not need to ask how you are doing these days. Nate is a Facebook friend. She keeps me up to date on all the family happenings.” – Friend
“Oh. I did not realize you and Nate chatted on Facebook.” – Husband
“Well, actually I read Nate’s postings all the time. She is a professional at Facebook.” – Friend
Later that day, my husband told me about his conversation.
“Hey, I saw Gertie (fake name) at the park today. She says to say hello. I did not know you two were Facebook friends. She says you are a Facebook professional.” – Husband
“Excuse me? A Facebook professional? What does that mean?” – Me
“I don’t know. Maybe she thinks you are on Facebook a lot.” – Husband
A Facebook professional. Is there such a thing? When my husband mentioned this to me, I did not think of it as a compliment. Somebody saying you are a professional at Facebook is basically saying you are on Facebook ALL THE TIME.
It is not the first time someone mentioned my use of Facebook. But this comment was from someone other than a close family member or friend. I am on Facebook all the time. Why was I upset that someone called me a professional at it?
Facebook is a social-connection gizmo. It allows people to feel connected to others. I like the connections. I like posting things. I like reading other postings. I like sharing information. I even like the ‘like’ button. But hearing someone say I am on Facebook all the time, made me wonder, “Am I addicted to Facebook?”
I decided to detox from Facebook. I needed to find out how bad my addiction was. I wanted to see what life would be ‘like’ without my special friend. Oh no. Calling Facebook a special friend can’t be good.
I posted on Facebook I was going to do a detox. I got responses, but realized how silly that was. I was reading responses on Facebook. I was not supposed to be on Facebook. I deleted my detox announcement.
My goal for the week was no postings on Facebook. No funny comments. No inspirational thoughts. No blog postings. At first, I planned to not go on Facebook at all, but that was TOO difficult. I allowed myself to check Facebook once a day for birthdays, check messages and press the like button.
Facebook Detox

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Day one
Detox announcement has been removed from Facebook wall. I wish I did not have Scary robot girl (Droid phone). Checking Facebook is too darn easy having her around. Oh boy, this is going to be hard.
Day two
Checked Facebook and wished a few happy birthdays. Thought of something funny today, but did not post. Clicked the ‘like’ button a hundred times. Looked over my homepage…several times.
Day three
Completed my blog and almost posted on Facebook. Kept the deal and hit only the twitter button for publishing. No one seems to notice my absence from posting. It is official, I am addicted. I miss not seeing the red light at the top of the screen.
Day four
Published a Facebook style posting on my blog. Good news for my blog readers. A very short blog for once. My ego is struggling. No feedback for several days. I also have a bad haircut. Self-esteem hitting an all time low.
Day five
Checked for birthdays and activities…nothing. Someone has posted on my wall, a message.
Miss u on fb.
It is from my friend Katie. She misses me! She noticed me being gone from Facebook. Self-esteem renewed. Happiness restored. World is saved.
Day six
There is no day six. Back to using Facebook…everyday, all day.
I failed my Facebook detox. I could not even make it to day six. This is bad news and good news.
The bad news is I use Facebook everyday. It is an addiction. Could I go for long periods of time without checking in on Facebook? Of course. But for now, it makes me happy. It keeps me connected with people. People I care about.
The good news is I realized being called a professional at Facebook is a compliment. I have not been told I am a professional at anything, other than nagging, for a long time.
Besides, who knows? Maybe I can start a trend. Maybe my career crisis would be over once and for all.
“Hello. I am Nate. I am a Facebook Professional.”
Sounds good to me. Now if only I could figure out a way to make money at it.