If character is defined by what we do, I’m in trouble. Yes, I perform some worthwhile, productive services here and there, but so much is spent on time-wasting drivel. Sometimes I wonder how much better, healthier and smarter I’d be if I gave up a few of the following….
Spending too much time on Facebook – Between actual friends, virtual friends and all those pages I’ve “liked” – Deepak Chopra, Dr. Oz, Eckert Tolle, Oprah Winfrey, People Who Love Cats, Cats Who Hate People, New Yorker cartoons– I’m constantly checking in.
The strange thing is I agree with every argument against Facebook. It’s a corporate tool. It’s addictive. It’s deceptively seductive and invasive. It’s mind-numbing and stupid and silly and… wait. Eckhart Tolle has a video telling the true meaning of life? Must go. Excuse me.
Eating tons of Chocolate – I prefer the super dark organic stuff so that makes it okay. Right? But a bar a day? Is that safe? And what is it about this stuff that’s so damn good? I admire people who say they have one square per week although I can’t imagine that monk-like discipline.
I tell myself chocolate contains serotonin which is mood-altering and makes me feel nice which can only benefit my family and friends and everyone I meet. So I’m actually helping humanity by eating chocolate? Hey, I like that.
Playing too much “Words with Friends” – I know this game of online Scrabble is a huge time waster. And I’ve been told I get competitive which is ridiculous.
It’s just there’s something so satisfying about seeing that “You Won!!” sign and feeling pumped and ready to play again and maybe I’ll get that triple word with the triple letter and c’mon baby, bring it home to mama and I know I’m on my way to becoming the best Scrabble player ever and … ahem. Excuse me.
And that’s my list. If I gave up even some of these, I no doubt would be a better person. Maybe I’d have a Pulitzer or Nobel Peace Prize or something to show for my time on this earth. But would I have as much fun? That’s the rub. The jury’s still out and probably always will be, alas. Now if you excuse me, I must return to Facebook.