I don't know how to explain it, but I'm sitting in a room that is deafeningly silent and yet, as I read an endless stream of Twitter and Facebook comments, it's becoming increasingly clear that there's way too much noise going on around me.   No matter how quiet it is in the real world, if you're like me and are addicted to technology, you're being bombarded by messages all day long.   There are messages about our friends' or follower's personal goings on. Messages about great articles we should be reading or videos we should be watching. While I find myself conversing less and less on the phone, I've found that online communication is overtaking my life.

Over at Twitter (my name is Rolemommy or MomAuthors if you care to follow me ), I watch as the people I follow are all at a digital convention I had never even heard of until this year. And then on Facebook, the same individuals have re-posted their comments and quips on my friend page - leaving my regular, less digitally savvy friends pretty confused to say the least.  It's all digital marketing, all the time in 140 characters or less.

There used to be a time where I'd write for hours, but today, unless I can come up with snappy copy about my personal and professional pursuits, I am pretty much toast. And no matter how hard I try to stay away from it, I've become addicted. Addicted to Twitter, Facebook and Google. Let's face it, without Google, I'd be lost. Whenever I have a question about anything (from stomach flu, to leg cramps to what to do with your family on a lazy Saturday afternoon), I have a consult with Google and within seconds, find exactly what I'm looking for.

But the worst addiction in this social networking traffic jam is my Blackberry. I cannot shake my addiction to email and even though it's not that important, I am constantly checking to see who is writing, spamming, following me and confirming me as a friend. And just as I think of something scintillating to write in my "Beth is" column on Facebook, I'm interrupted by some real noise. Looks like the troops have returned home with plans to kick me off my laptop so they can log onto Stardoll.  For the sake of my family, I guess it's time to leave my Twitter and Facebook friends behind so I can make some dinner.  

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