This thread has been created as a support group for Forum Addicts. I have posted it within the “Telluride Bluegrass Festival” portion of the site since a lionshare of the activity appears to take place here.
“Hi. My name is BillyBeru and I am a forum addict.”
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If you need support or just feel like spilling your guts about your forum addiction then please do so here.
We post because we care.
I am Brett, but everyone calls me ‘Hooch’. And I too am a forum addict. I thought I could stop anytime I wanted but now I find myself avoiding my work duties as well as ignoring my dog as I endlessly post snide comments and make little cute emoticons dance and drink on my computer screen.
Hi Brett. Welcome. :wave
I’m Punchy, my real name is Michael…I am a forum addict.
Like Hooch/Brett I thought I could quit…I realized that I had an addicition when I started refering to myself as Punchy even when not in the forum. Yes, I need help but dont want it until I return from Telluride!!! :rock
:cheers
my name is aaron, and i am a [forum] addict.
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:devil Bunch of WOOSIES :devil
HiBanji from the Campus :pickin
Alright…the therapist has arrived :lol
You guys can either get your act together and start posting again or… or… just start making plans to go to Bonnaroo where there is hot, dusty camping with 300K of your closest friends, NO Home Brew, NO Oysters, NO Goddesses (well, there are, but they smell really really bad by Friday night) No Tarp Run, and I hear this year NO LITTLE RED HIPPOS.
DOES EVERYBODY UNDERSTAND?
HiBanji from the Campus :pickin
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Everyone calm down, please…we are here to help each other :flower
:cheers
even though I am seen as a “newbie”, It doesn’t mean I’m not reading every festi-word written…the more I read the more excited I get!! Can we go now?? I feel like Daniela!!! :hop :hop :hop
whoooo hoooo!!! Let the festivating begin! ~
Hi, my name is Daniela, and I’m a forum addict. I take my laptop to bed with me and post till my eyes bleed. Then I wake up the next morning with keyboard squares imprinted on my face and drool on my screen. :geek
But you know what? I LIKE my addiction. I’ve come to love all of you, :love and may I say there’s nowhere I will be other than on this forum for the next 39 days. The only rehabilitation I need is to meet all my new festivarian friends :talk in the flesh as we hoist a libation :cheers in celebration of the GREATEST MUSIC FESTIVAL ON EARTH. On that note, can I leave RIGHT NOW??? :hop :hop :hop :hop
Yes, my dog often has to remind me that I spend too much time here by nudging my elbow and making me mistype.
I don’t have a problem with my addiction. My dog has a problem with it. :lol
Ok Ok
my name is Ron and I am as been called by a cppl people a Post Ho
there i said it and I feel better , Thank you for this Forum
:cheers :cheers :cheers :festivarian :cheers :cheers :cheers
:woohoo Calm? I’m calm. :woohoo I don’t have a problem. :woohoo You ony have a problem if you think you have a problem. :woohoo Kind of like you’re only old if you think you’re old. :woohoo
:hop Tom! You are the MAYOR! :hop Don’t get sucked in by these brainwashers! :hop You could get taken down, man, I’m tellin’ ya! :hop
:clap Ron. You’re a Post Ho! :clap Stand up like a proud… uh… Oh! I have it! Stand up like the proud AANR card carrying Pony-Tailed Mexican you are! :clap Snap out of it MAN! :clap You earned that Old Timer status! YOU EARNED IT by providing all that Festivarian guidance to the very folks that are bringing you down. :clap
:band Daniela, Stay with me Honey. The Pombah should be here soon. It’s o.k., it’s o.k… just listnen to the music and repeat after me… :band
RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!
:woohoo JEN CC… HELP!!! THE SKY IS FALLING! THE SKY IS FALLING! :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo FES-TI-VAL :woohoo
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You can call me Jenny, btw. :wave
For Sure, for sure, Jenny!
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Hope Lin
Even those of us that lurk are addicted.
Garry
My name is Rhonny and I am a seasonal forum addict – I believe the clinical diagnosis is Seasonal Forum Addictive Disorder or SFAD.
It starts in March every year, beginning with the realization that June is quickly approaching. With an elevated temperature, and clammy hands shaking slightly, I log into the Forum.
Initially, I can maintain the appearance of self-control…I sort through all the posts that have taken place since I last posted. I silently regret not logging on and saying “Happy Thanksgiving”, “Merry Christmas”, and “Happy New Year.” Though I think about it every holiday… for some reason it just never spits out of the other end of the thought process. I chastise myself for not posting reviews of all the concerts and festivals I have seen in the preceding year. I vow to do better from here on out. Reading all the posts, I slowly begin to “jump in” to the conversation, to get my tootsies wet, if you will.
Convincing myself, it is a. out of necessity, and that I can b. continue to maintain a tenuous grasp on my self-control; I log on - furiously post responses and log off. I wait hours without posting, to view responses to my posts… if I’m busy, it might not even happen until the following day. With each passing day, the posts increase in numbers, the time between logins decreases. Eventually, I check that little box that says “Always Stay Logged In”, because logging in and out cuts into my “posting time.” I tell myself, “Self, it’s ok, you are under control. You need tickets, you need information, these are your friends - this is necessary.”
Slowly, without realizing it, I begin that all too familiar spiral into my addiction. I cancel dates with attractive young men who only want to spend their money on me. I stay up all night long. I begin to research natural substances that will increase my energy, visual acuity, and finger dexterity… all to further enhance my “enjoyment” of the forum.
From out of the blue, the “gateway behaviors” begin to occur. Credit cards begin to fill with online music purchases. Hours and hours are spent researching and purchasing camping equipment and cheesy camp decorations. I open new “revolving charge accounts” with online providers like Oriental Trading and Brews-R-Us. I buy pair after pair of “festival footwear”, looking for the optimum top of foot tan line.
My friends become aware of my addiction… though I am still unaware of its existence. They call, forced to leave messages, because I’m not “picking up.” I’m an hour late for appointments, etc., due to my inability to leave the computer if I’ve posted something I think is funny. (I am waiting RIGHT NOW while you read this, for your response! HELP ME!) When I finally do show up for that dinner, movie or drinks with friends, I talk incessantly about a festival they think they have outgrown, and people they will sadly never know because of their foolish belief that they are too mature for such frivolity.
My friends get together and discuss a possible intervention. Someone invariably declines to participate, mumbling something about “lead a horse to water, but can’t make it drink”, and the subject is shi%t-canned in favor of something more pleasant to discuss. Like what shot those “really, really, mature” people are going to have next. Emails circulate ridiculing me - judgments made.
All the while, I am slipping further down into the abyss of my addiction. My work slips, and I think its funny. I get no lovin’, and I think its funny. My laundry goes un-washed, and I think its funny. My outfits get increasingly creative, and I think its funny. (I tell myself I’m simply re-adopting my more bohemian-self… shedding the accoutrement of the every day workaday world and adorning myself with my hippy/Goddess regalia)
The slide continues. It continues until such time that I think-eat-do, nothing else. Then, the penultimate sign that I have surrendered, body and soul to my addiction… I set the tent up in my living room and begin sleeping in it to get an idea of how much I should take with me. Once this has been determined, I shift all out into my car… to see if it will all fit. Once safely stowed in my car, I tell myself it makes more sense to just leave it there. My friends begin to ask each other if I have lost my job and am living in my car.
I freely admit now that I have reached complete lack of control (FEST-CON IV). I hope and pray that I make it with some degree of sanity to that blessed day that I point my car south and begin the trek to Telluride. I hope and pray that I do not get 8 speeding tickets on the way down to that lovely box canyon, driving fast because I want to get there “RIGHT NOW!” I hope and pray that the forced “cold turkey” withdrawal from the Forum is as effective as it has been in years past.
Finally, I hope and pray that my friends, family, employer and all others experiencing a negative impact from my addiction will forgive me, and accept me back into their non-understanding arms for the next 9 months…
xoxo
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I am only half-way through reading this Rhonny but when I read your plea I had to respond immediately - your words are inspirational!