Foursqaure

So I have been using this new APP on my blackberry, on my iPad well on any platform I can log into it!  It’s called Foursquare, I’m sure you have heard of it, probably even used it.  It’s supposed to allow you to check into place’s letting people know where you are and save you money, add loyalty to stores blah, blah, blah.

Sounds great doesn’t it.  Problem is the developers didn’t realize that ADD saps like me would get totally addicted to checking into every venue/room that you enter.  I get separation anxiety if I can’t check in to a place.  I’ve even got to the stage that I can’t continue to do the groceries if I haven’t checked in let, I’ve left a cart full of groceries in the centre of an isle as I run for the door convinced that something terrible is going to happen just because I can’t check in.  Terrorists could hold the place up or blow the place up, there could be an earthquake just because I didn’t check in!

It get’s worse, if I can’t check in at work I either have to go home sick or just sit there behind my desk with the terrors.

I know I sound crazy, I probably am but I’m not the only person, I’ve witnessed people outside of shops desperately punching away at their phones and when I stealthily peek at the screen of their phone I see that they are running Foursquare or another one of those demon applications that make you tell everyone in the world including the burglar sat at the end of your street on a laptop in a removal van where you are, or more importantly where you are not!

I have to check in to my home, the pool in my building, the bathroom, every damned ride at Disneyland, work, the hotel, the hotel lobby even entering in my room number so anyone stalking me can come and get all Joran van der Sloot on my ass.

All this sharing is total overkill.  You can update Twitter and Facebook that you are at the local gay bathhouse so everyone knows you are a closet fairy flogger.  Who cares, and why do you care to tell everyone. 

Before social networking I was a very private person, I kept everything close to my chest, no one knew nothing about me, nada.  But now if you view my Twitter feed you will find out that I loved the curried salad that my wife made last night, but that at 7:13am this morning it burned hotter than jet fuel on it’s way out.

I don’t know why I’m obsessed in over share, why I can’t enter a building/room without checking in but I know it is getting out of hand.

Therefore I am deleting all my APPs that involve any form of social networking from my phone.  I’m going off the grid.  If you want to know where I am or what I’m doing send me a text and I will tell you.  But for gods sake don’t call me because I’ve lost the power of the spoken word unless I absolutely have to meet you in person.