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one of the glorious things about this day and age is internet access.  okay, and maybe SMS.  imagine, being stuck in solitary confinement, one finds solace in finding a free wifi signal or a sun signal.  the social animal may appear quiet on the outside, but on the inside very involved with other people's lives via facebook and other social networks.  i am that social animal. 

i get an endorphin rush every time my facebook page lights up with those red notifications, an indirect way of me finding out and (pathetically) affirming that i am indeed popular.  popular enough to get "comments" or "likes" from other people.  i refresh my FB home page again and again, waiting for those little blue boxes to float in on the lower left hand corner of my profile page.  i refresh the home page again and again, wanting to find out who did who by the second, not missing the latest bit of news.  all in the comfort of a coffee shop, the dungeon or my room.  i guess this is reflected by the weird, lost smile on my face (similar in fact to the smile of people who are high on drugs) which i don't realize i have.

this feeling was magnified when i started my blog.  imagine my two closest blog friends say "more! more!" in less than a week after the genesis of my beloved page "suck it up!"

imagine my feeling of sadness when i checked a colleague's blog.  i feverishly scrolled down only to find two very devastating words punctuating each of the entries.

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oh well, you get the picture.

and i tell you, for all the rantings in my life that i have, i would not want to be in his shoes.

friends, this is your cue.  comment away!