My name is Linda and I am a Facebook social groupaholic.

I wasn’t always so hopelessly addicted.   It happened suddenly and without warning.

I started out as a casual contributor, posting occasional status updates in Facebook news feeds and on my wall.  I kept my musings to a minimum and could quit whenever I wanted.

But somewhere along the way I got hooked on posting my  minutiae in those eccentric but wildly popular social groups that have caused smart people to lose their common sense.  

These epidemic and addictive groups are the ones that that begin with phrases like, “You know you’re from (hometown USA) if . . .,” or “You know you like (favorite pastime) if . . .,” or “You know you attended (college USA) if . . .”     There seems to be a group for every peculiar proclivity and obscure place of birth.   

Social groupaholics like me have bectome obsessed with posting ad nauseum and nostalgically about hometown memories, our offbeat pastimes and shameful college antics that we used to categorically deny. 

I blame my so-called ‘friends’ who think they know me, for my addiction.   Without my knowledge or permission they ‘enrolled’ me in a few groups that they felt were in keeping with my special interests.  Thanks to their idle acts of kindness my email box became flooded with posts from Afro-centric college alumni and people who live and breathe for African dance and the rhythm of the drum.  Most of the people who invaded my space were complete strangers, but kindred spirits all the same.  They wrote about  trivia that was familiar and I got sucked in.

I post repeatedly and  uncontrollably  about matters of great unimportance to many but of great interest to my special new Facebook crew.

The rush that I and my fellow Facebook social groupaholics get from sharing our mindless musings is euphoric but fleeting.  That is why we do serial posting; we want to maintain and prolong our high. 

I can’t speak for the others but I’m in so deep into this abyss that it will take more than 12 Steps for me to crawl out.

Please help me on my journey to recovery from this dependency.  I have taken the first steps by admitting that I am powerless over this obsession and believe that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.  But I cannot do this alone.   Intervention, personal testimonials or sage advice on how to break this time-sucking habit will be greatly appreciated.  Without your help I fear that I will continue posting my useless, trivial nonsense, one more time, after time, after time.