I've done it.
I now have a Facebook page.
I have avoided doing this for a long time but finally gave in yesterday. I'd had a rough sleep and woke up around two. Seems that the repairs on my power chair didn't work and I'm reeling with the idea of my mobility disappearing so quickly. I just lay there in bed, sleepless, and worrying. So I got up, caught up on the few emails that had come in during the night. Then, with nothing left to do, with hours ahead of me before the world wakes up and gets started, I plunged into the world of Facebook.
I worry with both a blog and a Facebook page that I will become bound even more tightly to a computer screen. I don't like being held captive to the implied expectations of these accounts. I find blogger already takes up a big portion of my day - I'm not sure what Facebook's demands will be but, as I type this at 5AM I'm getting pinged with messages from Facebook already. My account isn't even a few hours old yet.
But doing this did what I wanted it to do, it distracted me from the fret and worry about my power chair. So much of my life is made accessible only because of that chair. The initial repairs already cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars - and it's worse now than it was before it was fixed. Even writing about this stirs the fear in my belly to full flame. Man does this cause me stress and upset.
It took me away from those concerns. I wonder if that's the attraction.
I don't know.
But I'm guessing I'll soon see.