As a therapist who works primarily with people in their 20s and 30s, I often feel like a priest who hears Facebook confessions.  Over the past few years, my office has become a place where day after day one twentysomething after another drops onto the couch and groans “According to Facebook, I’m the only person not saving orphans after graduation” or “I feel pretty good about my career until I look on Facebook and see what everybody else is doing” or “Every time somebody changes their relationship status on Facebook, Ipanic” or “I’m convinced Facebook was invented to make single people feel bad about their lives.”