At first you are amazed at how many people you know, then disappointment at the fact that they still spout the same bile they did fifteen years ago. The boring fact they now have three kids,some in their late teens that are procreating unlicensed ready to rob/stab/bludgeon you on a cider filled binge. The school “friends” that bullied all now wish to make amends by selecting you as a number to enlarge their egos. The ridiculous friend suggestions and the pathetic, multiple attempts they make to make you a number. I am not a number and I still occasionally post on Facebook. Why? To just make me feel better. To know that I’ve aged better. To know I’m not that pathetic. Note that like twitter there are a handful of people on there I’d class as close friends, very few. They’re the ones that don’t repeat their statuses, that don’t like gloating about that pretend career and most importantly don’t bore me
People are the same everywhere
