There comes a time in every man’s life when he just has to let go.
For some it is the 30 inch waist line they had back in high school when they woo’ed the girls in their acid washed jeans and pegged legs.
For others it is that hobby of collecting Beanie Babies that their neighbor announced on Facebook and he finally came out of the proverbial closet.
For me it is my ‘almost’ four year addiction to Foursquare.
I woke up last Sunday and realized, what in the hell am I doing? I am here collecting virtual badges for no other reason than to one-up my family and friends.
I was once the mayor of my hometown and several others across the country. I had almost 8,000 check-ins and left some, what I thought was valuable, tips at several locations and so many ‘friends’ that I reached my limit.
I have no idea. I never received any REAL benefit of playing this stupid little game. I did acquire a stalker or two though. One time a lady walked up to me at Home Depot and said she followed me on Foursquare. I don’t even know how she knew who I was since my profile picture was a cartoon of my dog. Another time a dog training client drove ALL the way to Willow so they could check-in at our place.
Like other addiction, I don’t know if I have quite hit rock bottom yet. I still have the app on my iPhone and I just might check in to leave that extra-special tip or maybe snag the next ulra-hip badge.
Robert Forto is mushin’ down a dream in the wilds of Alaska while with his wife and kids at Fortos Fort