The Twelve Steps of Facebookers Anonymous.

STEP ONE: We admitted we were powerless over Facebook – that our lives had become unmanageable, that timetables had been neglected, that our spouses had walked out on us.

STEP TWO: Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to reality – after we’ve come top of our friends’ list at Bejewelled Blitz, that is (no mean feat, let me tell you).

STEP THREE: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of our therapists, irrespective of how much they charge per session.

STEP FOUR: Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of our download history, our apps usage and our poking of friends.

STEP FIVE: Admitted to our therapist, to ourselves, and to our partners (if they aren’t already on Facebook – no private messaging allowed) the exact nature of our download history, our apps usage, our poking of friends – and non-poking of partners and spouses.

STEP SIX: Were entirely ready to have our therapist recommend medication in order to relieve these losses of reality.

STEP SEVEN: Humbly asked our therapist for such medication. And if he wasn’t forthcoming, got down on our knees and begged for our sanity. And if that didn’t work, threaten his family.

STEP EIGHT: Made a list of all persons we had endlessly poked, insulted, invited to join groups that no same person would want to be part of, tagged in embarrassing pictures, unfriended, blocked and hidden. This could take time, so keep a couple of weekends free for this step.

STEP NINE: Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, usually in the form of a groveling email or private message, except when to do so would injure them or others. But seeing that most of these people have never even met you, there’s no real need to take this step overly serious. Unless, of course, they know where you live and work – then it’s serious business. Get out the checkbook. I see a lawsuit on the horizon.

STEP TEN: Continued to take personal inventory and when we poked the wrong person at the wrong time, promptly admitted it. This might mean closing down your Mafia Wars and Farmville account; so don’t say you haven’t been warned.

STEP ELEVEN: Sought through referrals from our therapist to improve our conscious contact with the real world, hoping only for the strength to keep away from Starbucks and Wi-Fi.

STEP TWELVE: Having had a rude awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other struggling Facebookers and resolve to Tweet instead.

You know who you are!

With sincere apologies to Bill W. and Dr. Bob – and all members of A.A.

12 responses to “The Twelve Steps of Facebookers Anonymous.

  1. But all my friends live here.

  2. I’ll be there next week. 🙂

  3. Funny stuff, JM!

    Once I kicked my addicition to BJB a few months ago . . . my hours on FB diminished considerably.

    Now, I’m free to pop in and out without losing valuable free time in the process.

  4. Remember it is only one day at a time. If you cannot manage that then, one poke not given at a time. Having closed my Facebook account after you discovered my secret name, it is no problem for me to “Empower my Reality Based Self”.

  5. Laugh out loud funny! And, yes, I’m an Al-Anon member. I now set a timer for all of my FB time and my blog reading as well. Which, by the way, after having perused your rather lengthy list of blogs, you might want to consider applying these steps to your blog addiction too! Smiles all around. And I hope your birthday was a lovely one. I can barely remember my 45th.

  6. I can’t even find my own comments on my Facebook pages. What does that mean?

  7. So excellent!!! You should print out an official pamphlet.

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