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Fake.
Life seems so fake to me; I snuggle in the warmth of old friendships, perhaps exhausting other people's tollerance for me, fully knowing that in a matter of weeks my social reality will fall like an ill-designed house of cards. I miss the foundation. I miss knowing the people around me. I miss the days where we all rode the same bus, to the same school, and attended the same classes. We didn't know how lucky we were in those days. Sure it came at a price, overexposure leads to drama, but in retrospect, maybe the price wasn't so bad?
Sorry for the melancholy, but I just returned from one of the most ungratifying social experiences of my life. Sonny, if you're looking for an end-of-life partner, I'm your man. (Just kidding of course.)
PS: Ryan, I still agree with you that old, lasting friendships are the most valuable, but there's a difference between talking on the phone and sitting down over coffee to talk about life. We need to do that sometime soon, before I lose you to Russia.