Facebook: The Most Depressing Place on Earth? (The Story of the Old Man and Facebook)
In the morning, when we rose, he was on Facebook. In the evening, when we parted, he was on Facebook. As we left for church, if he did not go (he was once a deacon), he was on Facebook. When the family watched a movie, ate dinner, or played games, he was on Facebook. It had become his every breath. With around 100ish friends, I could not help but wonder what was he doing? What was there to see? I knew people with ten times the amount of friends who spent less time on the site. What consumed him so much that his whole life had to be lived upon what was probably the most destructive place in the world for him to spend his time?