Is This An Intervention?

A cult is on the rise in our midst. Luring in the bored and lonely, it prays on the weak (and anyone who can afford a digital camera). Though many claim there is no harm for they are merely "keeping in touch with old friends" allegiance and addiction have blinded them.
Where is this cult you ask? Under your very nose. For it is Satan himself lurking on your webpage under the guise (and rather spiffy though not entirely creative) MySpace.

Okay. No, MySpace isn't really Lucifer's womb. But after my third time logging on in a 10 hour stretch, I am forced to wonder what aphrodisiac force impedes my mind every time I see a computer, beckoning me to check for any friends requests or new picture comments.

Sure, I first succumbed to the MySpace phenomena when I realized that it was a wonderful gateway to keep in touch with ex-campers or other pals from past programs along with a great bunch of people from my old city days.
Having the option to drop a line whenever you like (or whenever you feel like your comments are starting to look a bit low and you want them to comment back) is one of the many pleasing features of the site.

But that still does not justify the addiction. Though I've been in recovery for the past months, the old familiar taste of logging-in still haunts me. Well, not really, but I'm making with the dramatics.

True some are still fervently against creating an account, taking the opportunity to taunt the camerawhores-with-self-confidence-issues and other assorted disgruntled youth whenever possible. But they will fall soon enough.

So I say to you, watch out, be ware.
Oh, and ADD Meeee! :)