Facebook is so addictive. I find myself wanting to share very private thoughts, but stopping last minute to realize that FB is not marbu3et 7ushna (living room).
I often wonder whether our need to update our circle of friends, which is mixed with the close, the distant and the undefined, stems for our need for attention?
How many of us get excited for the mere fact of getting a double digit # of comments on a status update telling everyone we know 'whats on our mind' or on something we shared?
What is the hunger that FB satisfies in us?