All these people that you know....

I look on Facebook, and I see several hundred people all interfacing. Now there's a word for you. Interfacing. At least we suppose we're interfacing. Real interfacing is actually meeting face to face and exchanging glances, stories, comments, and emotions. Those are all things that just cannot happen on Facebook. So why do we spend so much time there? Maybe a sense of desperation? Isolation? Maybe a sense that the people that we're with are not interesting enough by themselves, and somehow we need to reach out to more? Maybe we have an inflated sense of ourselves, and somehow those we're with are not enough and we need to share ourselves with more than just the present company? Maybe the ones we're with have grown familiar and bred contempt? Perhaps it is also this interned sense of self that leads us to reach out to more because we look in the face of those we are with and they are not good enough for us, and then we look at ourselves.....and realize that we are not good enough for our selves either. There's a conundrum for you. Good enough for our own selves.

So we network, and interface, and share, and hope someone, like a fish on a line, will comment in our comment section, and thereby validate our parking ticket. We are parked here, yes. Waiting. Hmm.

Agitatus