In any case, I did not anticipate what happened next - nobody noticed. Not a single one of my friends, so called, noticed that I was missing.
And then I had a vision. I had seen my future and it's not pretty. As an old man, I will die alone in my apartment to be discovered weeks later (by accident) among the filth, half-eaten by my dog. This is great. I have so much to look forward to now.
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Well, one mentally-ill golem from your past, present and future has found you, will always find you. Best be off of FB and MS, as they are soul-capturing devices.
The Old Doctor
The Old Doctor says "Where the hell's the Rev!?
That's virtual life for ya... social networking very much seems to me to be an awful lot of people shouting and no-one actually listening. How else do you explain exchanges that run pretty much along the lines of 'I had 3 eggs for breakfast!'
'Look at my link!'
'I scored infinity points in some pointless bollocks game!'
'Hey, great work, btw am still drunk from a week ago'.
'Cool, I had eggsm for breakfast.'
Etc.
This has led me to the conclusion that not being noticed is the new being noticed - like being so avant-garde and underground that even you haven't heard of yourself.
But hey we keep finding you here!
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