Facebook kicked me off for apparent misconduct. No explanations, no replies to my myriad of emails and no compunction later, I figured who fucken cares. I was done with that. But then, ashamed and flustered, I rejoined. Like a hopeless addict, like a social fiend in desperate need of constant stimulation and procrastination. FB sucked up my hours and proved ever so categorically that I am weak, dependent and shamefully social. I found myself rummaging through old photos – something I hate doing because nostalgia destroys my willful energy – and uploading, updating, befriending, and commenting. It’s true. Hello. My name is Julie Fishkin. I am 27 years old and I am an addict.