If you are on Facebook, I'm sure you will find this hilarious
The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clear view Addictions Clinic, searchin' for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smokin' Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was lookin' for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)."
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people fillin' the waitin' room, most of them starin' blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacin' the room, mutterin', "I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."
A twenty-somethin' man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.
"Don't worry. It'll be all right."
"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.
"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started."
"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was somethin' for me, because I usually have my face in a book."
"How soon were you hooked?"
"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."
"What do you like most about Facebook?"
"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."
"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."
"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."
"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was excitin' to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsin' their photos and readin' their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched. I've also been playin' a game with some of them."
"Let me guess. Farmville?"
"No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna."
"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"
"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is usin' a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, durin' the Eisenhower Administration. "
"What pic are you usin'?"
"Well, I spent five hours searchin' for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."
"To make yourself look prettier?"
"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm usin'."
"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"
"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doin' lots of yoga."
"When did you realize that your Facebookin' might be a problem?"
"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"
"What did you do?"
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