by Erik Lucas
Six minutes, 32 seconds. That was the amount of time which had passed before I felt the obsessive itch. My two-week hiatus had barely begun, and I was already in a cold sweat. What if I had just missed a funny picture from a distant acquaintance? How was I supposed to know how many likes and comments my final post was receiving? And most importantly — and most frighteningly — what if no one cared? Yeah, the itch had enslaved me.