Thursday, June 2, 2011
I need a 12 step program for Pinterest. I just commented on Molly's latest post, saying that Pinterest isn't good for me. I mean, it's obviously awesome, but I honestly feel the twitches of crack-like addiction. In the last few hazy, Pinterest-filled days since I started, I have spent a shameful amount of time gazing at bows and piglets and Carrera-marble kitchens and babies I don't even know. We're talking a seriously shameful amount of time. I was click, click, clicking away. And then I became more, ahem, selective in my selections. I said to myself, "I'm only going to click on really amazing things now."
I'm lazy, so I'm just going to paste my Story on Morning Glory comment here:
I just told Carter that I thought I was going to have to quit Pinterest. You know how I have to systematically look at every little thing in a store when I go shopping? Well, that trait does not translate well to Pinterest. I'm wasting HOURS at a time. It's stressing me out b/c I can't keep track of what I've seen and I want to see everything. This is obviously a problem. Besides, with FaceBook and the blog and email, it's just too much. I love it, but it's consuming me.
Let me elaborate a little on the shopping/must-see-everything dilemma. I feel like it's my duty to complete the looking process. I feel like I've left a stone unturned, if you will, when I don't see everything in a store. I'm horrible to shop with. I take a torturous amount of time. And I lose all energy after about 30 minutes of shopping, but I feel like I must complete the task. So it becomes a job. Paradoxical, I know. Now, when you apply this characteristic to Pinterest, it just doesn't work. I mean I have to eventually leave my computer, but I feel like a quitter, like I have something on my To Do List that's undone. It's stressing me out.
And besides all that, I have a problem organizing my boards. I forget and put master bedroom ideas under my style board or put cute shoes under the books board. That sort of thing bothers me. And I can't slow down to straighten things out because I MUST LOOK AT MORE PRETTY.
Also, I can't be bothered with all the Pinterest emails! That's too many notices. It is quite interesting/embarrassing how satisfied I feel when others like or comment or repin my images. As if I took the photo or designed the room or created the piglet. Which I didn't. All I did was click on something pretty, but I somehow feel a sense of ownership over this thing. It's weird that I take such pleasure, or even pride, when people like what I like. It makes me feel justified in my taste. What?
Anyway, here I am dithering over my relationship to Pinterest, making like I'm going to stop looking at it, when everyone knows I'll just go crawling back, groveling and panting and flagellating myself over the time I spend gazing at this kind of junk.