I’m fine Facebook.
Really. I’m fine.
OK. I’m lonely.
My friends are all out having great times. I know this because I see them posting things all the time.
Meanwhile, I’m home with my cats, answering a question posed by a text box on a website.
I could be out taking photos of food or my pets. I could be commenting on a TV show, or talking with a friend.
Instead I’m having a life crisis because a text box on a website made me realize how pathetic my life is.
I once socialized with real people. Now I stay at home, comforted by the electronic messages of hundreds of weak connections.
And now, this post becomes a desperate cry from a life of loneliness. A plea for more electronic attention to stave off that loneliness for one more night.
How am I feeling, Facebook? I’m feeling the loneliness of my generation, trapped alone together on the internet.