It’s 11:08 pm. I’m trying to get some work done now that the kids are in bed, the dog has been walked, I’ve paid the bills, and I have “tidied” up the house (meaning I kicked the kid’s toys into the playroom instead of leaving them in the hallway). As I sit at my computer and mess with some spreadsheets and reply to some emails, I find myself clicking over to Facebook every 5 minutes. It calls to me. I scroll through the posts. I look at the pictures my friend posted of her vacation. I laugh at the billionth snarky mom quote from my favorite blog site. I get verklempt after watching the video of the military mom coming home and surprising her kids. I probably click “Like” on 9 out of 10 posts I see. I am a Likeaholic.
And I know I’m not the only one who does this. You may not be familiar with who we are… those of us who feel compelled to “like” just about every damn picture and post we see. But we are legion. We like without discrimination. Even if it’s the 10th picture our friend posted that day of her kids being “uh-mazing” it’s still going to get another like out of us. Why do we do this? Because we’re thinking ahead. We know what happens when we don’t like. We know that if we don’t like your picture, you won’t like ours back. It’s a vicious circle. We waste hours liking things. Hours we could be using to tidy the house. Ahhh… no wonder we like so much.
A while ago, I thought I should probably ease up on the whole liking every picture and post I came across. I knew I was fooling myself though. I only lasted a day or so before I saw my own likes dropping off. I couldn’t take it. I had to start liking again… so that I too could be liked.