The other night, our book group welcomed a new member. It's been a long time since we added someone to our group, so we decided to spend a minute introducing ourselves. You know, the usual drill: tell a little about yourself, like the names and ages of your children, where they go to school or work, etc.
We might wonder how it came to be that we started meeting psychiatric diagnostic criteria for addiction, not for heroin or alcohol, but for a social media site. It can't possibly be the "like" function that makes us irritable and anxious when we can't check our feed. So to what, exactly, are we addicted?
Dear Myers-Briggs Type Indicator: Do you remember the day we met? Our first date was magical: I opened up to you like I had never done with anyone before. In return, you opened my eyes to a whole new way of seeing the world. We had so much in common back then. Sadly, as the months passed, we started to grow apart.