It's 3 a.m. and I can't sleep. I'm not exactly troubled but I'm not completely at peace either. Eventually all thoughts lead to the same place: what am I doing with my life? 3 a.m. discontent is the worst. There's no one to talk to about anything. And I am a person that needs people. So of course, I turn on my laptop and get on Facebook. Face after face on page after page and I just feel even farther away from everyone I know. I feel disconnected. I feel empty. And I start to think about how it's been so long since I've talked to so many friends. And then I think about how I barely know the people I know anymore. This is Facebook's fault of course--the fact that I am in virtual touch with people from all corners of my childhood, my adolescence, my adulthood and the fact that we know each other by face, by name only now. And even with the friends I actually see in the flesh, too often virtual contact substitutes real interaction.
In my 3 a.m. haze, I make a decision to personally meet with all of my 320* friends and faces in 2011. This is going to be either the best idea ever or the worst idea ever.
Cue the mood music:
*number subject to change
screw you eddie vedder!
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