Facebook was down for a few hours last night and this morning.
It hit me hard. You know the drill. I hit refresh. I hit it again. Then, with no warning, I was hit with this;
Suddenly, my life lost all meaning. Where was I heading? Back to MySpace? Surely not.
I wasn't sure how I felt about anything anymore. Without a status to update, who cares?
All the cute pictures I'd taken of my kids doing routine things that day felt pointless.
What was I supposed to do while I waiting for my daughter to fall asleep? Go back to the Dark Ages? Literally?
Who knew how empty it would feel not knowing the whereabouts, stream-of-consciousness and dinner-choices of distant school friends and long-lost colleagues? #lonely
My thumbs were twitching with inactivity. Should I take up knitting?
I couldn't stop thinking about the plight of all those unseen selfies and Candy Crush Saga Invites. Tragic.
It must have been chaos out there in the real world. Rumour has it some people were even having eye contact instead of looking at their phones. Nutters.
Thank god for Twitter - but it wasn't easy condensing all my social media needs into 140 characters.
At least my cats were happy. I was forced to like them. In real life. Instead of photos of other people's in my timeline.
But what's the lesson here? Maybe I could actually live without feeling crazy-envious yet simultaneously bored by 'friends' holiday snaps for a whole hour?
Who knows. It's a crazy I won't have to deal with; Facebook is back up.
And my God, it's beautiful.