If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit the fuck next to me.

I recently had to log into my old Facebook account. While I was at it,  read through old messages, flicked through old photos, browsed the profiles of people I used to know, all the while feeling a strong sense of unwarranted pity for those that plateaued over the period I stopped paying attention to them. Settling for less, gaining weight, growing facial hair, maintaining the facade that life is better than ever... It's like they've begun an invisible countdown toward the looming existential crisis that they'll all inevitably face... Each and every one of them searching ravenously for recognition.

I wish upon a million penny tosses that it's a quick and painless one.