IT’s been formally recognised by psychologists as an actual illness and it’s doing more home wrecking than Tulisa.
Husbands and wives up and down the country are poking their exes and rekindling old relationships.
In recent statistics, Catholic marriage counselling service ACCORD noted an increase of 125 percent in couples attending therapy for internet use. For those who have given up on their marriage completely, Facebook has revealed itself to be the reason behind a third of divorces.
There has been global discussion around children being ignored by their social media addicted parents. We are too busy Instagraming pictures of sprogs instead of reading to them. They are in danger of starting nursery school thick as champ with no communication skills.
It’s shocking how many grown women tend to virtual farms when they could be washing their windows instead. Even big hard men are addicted to games like ‘Candy Crush’.
Facebook has even ruined social lives. What ever happened to going out and enjoying banter with friends and only getting your phone out to ring a taxi home? Walk into any bar and you’re a cert to see a crowd of young ones hunched round a smartphone with zilch craic going on.
For many it’s the norm to take a selfie before going out the door on a Saturday night. Then check in at the bar with some taking it to extremes and checking themselves in on the toilet. Social media has turned us into a bunch of morons.
The hatred I feel for girls who pout duck faces in nightclub toilets and post their pictures online is immense. But they can’t help it. Just like a crack head gets hooked on whatever it is they do, Likes and Retweets can give the everyday human an addiction to Facebook and Twitter.
Boffins at the University of Chicago attached wires to user’s heads and monitored their behaviour. When they got a Like or a Retweet, their brain activity spiked – indicating an endorphin release. When no Likes or Retweets were received after a post, the updater displayed signs of anxiety, jealousy and depression.
Social Networks have a positive side and help us get to know our distant cousins; it starts conversations that would never come up at a family gathering.
But within a split second, you can go from friends to wigs in the green. Before you know it the caps lock is switched on and all hell breaks loose. All the nosey parkers you know from Primary School but pass in the street are watching and savouring every comment.
How many of us have fallen out with someone because of a difference of opinion on Facebook? I deleted my own brother, twice.
The newest PSNI statistics have reflected a major jump in Facebook complaints. In 2009, three people made statements with the word ‘Facebook’ in the text and within a few years there was an astounding 2,116.
Me and our Ruairi didn’t get that far though. Yet..