<p>When you are considering moving to a different part of the country and you know that someone on CC lives there already, so you’ll have ready-made friends.</p>
<p>I refer to you all as “an acquaintance of mine.” I think that sounds better than “invisible friends.” (Sorry, Binx!)</p>
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<p>Someday, Grasshopper. For now you must learn the basics.</p>
<p>When you realize you’ll be needing a twelve-step program to tear yourself away from CC once you no longer have children in college. (At least on this thread we’ve conquered the first step–admiting your addiction.)</p>
<p>Hahaha!!!</p>
<p>Someone talked to Curm? I’m jealous. (How CC!)</p>
<p>When your daughter moves to another city and knows no one but her boyfriend and the first thing you do is contact a mother you met on her college board so the girls can meet up!!!</p>
<p>Hi churchmusicmom!!! Thanks again!!!</p>
<p>When the time not spent on CC is spent with another group of friends you met on CC. So “taking a break from CC” is just talking to more CC people.</p>
<p>when my college S and his girlfriend figured out who I was on CC, and then to double the fun, we all simultaneously figured out that his girlfriend was the D of a CC poster that I had “known” since before his D and my S started college at the same school. We live in different states and don’t know each other IRL.</p>
<p>I didn’t discover CC until after my S was admitted to his first choice, but that hasn’t stopped me from learning, sharing and laughing on CC. I must admit that being “outed” has cramped my style a bit, and my posting has dropped off precipitously. This must be what it feels like for kids who parents are their friends on Facebook. My kids have both friended me there, and so far so good!</p>
<p>when you remember, and can actually find, this old hilarious thread on the same topic. I belly-laughed many times reading it.</p>
<p>[thread=482499]Read About Yourself[/thread]</p>
<p>The first post:</p>
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<p>I also suggest that a sign of addiction is when you know how to do all the fancy links and quotes. Only CC could have pushed this old lady into a new learning curve.</p>
<p>When your external internet is not working at work, and the help desk tells you that they are going to check to see if someone had accidentally turned off your internet privilege, the first thing you thought of was “Oh, no, I have been caught spending too much time on CC.”</p>
<p>You head to the Parent CC first…</p>
<p>you look forward to reaching the next cc “member level”.</p>
<p>WARNING: If you started at post #1 of this thread and have reached this post, you are addicted to CC</p>
<p>Oh no, I disagree. Reading 170 posts indicates mere dependency. We can quit anytime we want.</p>
<p>Well, I know** I **can. Really.</p>
<p>When you don’t even OPEN this thread for days because you are NOT addicted:)</p>
<p>“then a friend sent a link to college confidential, she might as well have sent crack.”</p>
<p>So true.</p>
<p>… When you’re planning college visits and your first thought is, “Who on CC might be the best resource on hotels in that area” instead of just googling the area!</p>
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<p>When you are planning a regular vacation that is not even about college, and your first thought is to get advice from people on CC instead of just googling.</p>
<p>When your kid (and associated friends) ask you to “ask a question” on CC…</p>
<p>When your feelings are hurt because your child has finished all their applications so you can’t think of a thread to open that might pertain/help.</p>
<p>So you go BACK to this thread again to see updates about how SERIOUSLY addicted others are…because it’s a comfort to know that YOU are not the addicted one…THESE people must be Losers! </p>
<p>And feel a little hurt when you can’t think of a thread to open.</p>
<p>Hurt??</p>
<p>I’m happy! I have no problems! 
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<p>You KNOW that 95 percent of the people that use the DS, DD (dear son, dear daughter) lingo would rarely use that in their conversations or formal writing - that the very idea that they DO use it on CC strikes you as some sort of sick group pretentiousness that effects the very air and makes you want to vomit … … … yet you almost fall into using it. Oh, the horror …</p>