I’m not sure how it happened, or even when it happened, but I joined Pinterest and the next thing I knew I had a serious problem. I don’t think I’ve gone a single day in the last month without pinning at least 30 things. You know you have a problem when you’ve actually counted and done the math on your new obsession.
I’m not one for fads. I don’t fall for everything the rest of the world is obsessed with. It took me forever before I joined Facebook, and I only did it to help protect the lead character of my book series. No one wants to create something brilliant and have it taken from them by someone who hasn’t a clue as to what they’re doing. It’s an author’s page, but it is also a page for this character. I’ve been with MySpace for years, but couldn’t tell you when I last updated. I refuse to join Twitter. I really don’t care to read the constant brain farts of complete and total strangers and as much as I love some people, I don’t need to know their every waking thought or see photos of every single thing they are doing in a day. We don’t need to be that close, leave something to the imagination please, I beg of you. And yet, even as I stand my ground where certain things are concerned, I am 100% addicted to Pinterest. How in the world did this become my “drug of choice”?!
I’ve caught myself, multiple times mind you, catching up on shows on my DVR, only to realize I have just spent an hour, sometimes two, pinning while watching a show. Basically that means I listened to the show, but didn’t look up a whole lot. It’s like talking on the phone, or listening to the radio in the mindless way you find yourself pin-obsessed with recipes, shoes, jewelry, quotes, photos of animals, photos of places to travel, or places you may have already been, and the list is really endless. I pin recipes as if I’ve never cooked a day in my life! For the record, I’ve been cooking for so long that the only time I’m positive I didn’t cook was when I was in diapers.
The pins started with me innocently looking for “a few new recipes”. This has been the year of new recipes for me as I devoured cookbooks looking, first, for the perfect Minestrone recipe. I have yet to find it because it doesn’t exist!! I’m convinced of this, truly. Next I searched for other soup recipes, things I’d never made before, or things I absolutely adore (New England Clam Chowder for starters), but most recipes are generally too time-consuming for the world’s most impatient woman. Did I find what I was looking for? No, but I found several thousand other things that I have seen fit to pin onto a slew of obnoxious boards in an obsessive compulsive sense of organization. That same tendency should be better focused organizing my kitchen, living room, laundry room, bathrooms, sock drawer, etc. But hey, I’ve reached the point where I’m good, so long as I can find what I need when I need it, everyone else be damned! A clear sign I have lost my mind, and yet I do not have a board aptly named for it, so lost it shall remain as I obsess over Louboutins, nail polish, cats, a truly endless slew of recipes for everything from mixed drinks, coffee, baked goods, and everything in between. It’s a never-ending cycle as I take in the fact that I currently have 36 boards & 109 followers. I haven’t done the math on my pins, but we’re well into the thousands.
I will be seeking help for this addiction, as I am convinced that this time could be better spent on things I actually need to be doing. However, I have yet to delete my account or cease the pinning because I apparently have a deep-seated need to confront these issues.
I figure if Blake Shelton can tweet to his heart’s content (and come on, how hilarious is he?! I love him on The Voice!), I can have my Pinterest boards. Really, what’s the harm?