I can’t help it.

Sometimes I feel like the chick doing yoga in “He’s Just Not That Into You.”  Constantly looking down at my phone for that soft, red glow my notification button, that is if I don’t hear the buzz or feel the vibration first. Oh that slight, buzz, buzz, I get when I get a new text, email, Facebook notification, voicemail or whatever might be occupying a home in one of my many inboxes.

Yes, I said inboxes.

I have several different email accounts for my viewing pleasure (two Yahoo, two gmail, one work and an AOL one around somewhere that I haven’t used in whothefuckknowswhen, probably since I got rid of dial-up and chat rooms.) All of these buzz into my crackberry, which I absolutely could not live without. Also connected to said crackberry are my Facebook, Twitter and Myspace accounts. (I haven’t done LinkedIn yet because it doesn’t provide me with the social networking status updates that I crave.) I also have it set up so I get notifications for my match and eHarmony accounts.  As I sit here typing this, I have my crackberry next to me, Facebook opened in one browser, Twitter in another, a Gmail account and one Yahoo account all open. The crackberry is vibrating and my IM is going off on AOL and through Facebook, I love it.

I can’t help it, I constantly feel the need to be connected. It makes me feel good. I love to stay in touch with old friends, catch up on gossip, get breaking news alerts (I have a plethora of useless information stored in my brain.) I love getting new friend requests. Except when they are from people I barely knew, who want to pilfer my email addy from FB and spam me with group invites to sex clubs and shit.

Fuck those people.

Everyone else, FR away!

But, being connected also dredges up the past. Like the one guy I dated who was only going out with me to have sex so he could “practice” for his current girlfriend (who I didn’t sleep with thankyouverymuch) or all those dreaded questions I go so tired of answering like are you married? How many kids do you have? How come you’re not married? (gee, like I haven’t asked myself that same question over and over and over again. If I come up with a good answer I’ll give you a ringy dingy and let you know.)

Being connected also satisfies my instant gratification obsession. It’s all about instant gratification for me. I sometimes lose sight of the fact that not everyone responds in the same manner that I do. And by manner, I mean instantly. I don’t let any email in my box go unread or unanswered. Ever. I get ticked when I don’t get immediate responses. I know, it’s not good.

Connection is part of the reason I started this site. That and I need an outlet, nothing wrong with that. It’s been frustrating getting it up and running, this is a whole new realm of connection that I’m not familiar with. So I implore you….read and pass my site along.

It’s hard out there for a pimp, yo.

And do it quickly, remember I have that need for instant gratification!

Tagged as: Blackberry, connection, facebook, social networking, texting, twitter AOL