On compulsion

Zeldman

Everyone respects and has air kissed everyone else, no one harbors hard feelings, the whole burning bush in a mousetrap is passing into one more half-forgotten legend of the internet, except for this:

Dear folks who compare using Favrd to having a problem with drugs and alcohol, please stop.

Checking to see if people liked your joke on the internet is not a problem. Compulsively checking to see if people liked your joke on the internet is hardly a problem in the sense of, say, compulsive hand-washing or coupling or masturbating. If checking to see who liked your joke on the internet is a problem you actually struggled with in 2009, consider yourself wildly blessed and thank God whether you believe in him or not. If you truly believe that, by closing Favrd without notice, Dean Allen freed you from a self-destructive cycle of self-abuse, don’t be surprised when your therapist bitch-slaps you.

Losing one’s home was a problem in 2009. Losing one’s job was a problem in 2009. Checking a website to see who liked one’s joke does not even make the top 1,000,000 problems of 2009.

Lying awake shaking and crying because you have no more cocaine or heroin or alcohol is a problem. Not caring if that next hit kills you, and quietly hoping that it does—there is a problem, and shutting off a website won’t fix it.

Hoping people will understand your joke does not compare to any real suffering on this planet of suffering, no matter how out-of-control you may think you were, and no matter how grateful you are that someone fixed you by shutting off their website.

And, just so you know, recovery doesn’t mean the drug dealer disappears. It means walking past the guy who sold you dope and not needing it any more.

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