To think that having an active social life has been replaced by an inactive death.

Thats how I view the throng of gathering places on the internet, a multitude of locales that don't exist, that offer you the chance to make non-existent friends who have non-existent lives. You are the inactive dead. You are the dead who have a pulse. The undead.

I have 5 senses to know reality with. Common interaction with another human being involves at least using 2-3 of them. If you choose to interact with others via a social networking sight, you use only 1.

You see pictures of people, and you see text. If you do hear, you hear whatever the hell is there to hear. You touch computer peripherals to alter what you see, they have no place in your being falsely social. And you do this so much, it has replaced being alive in the world.

By all means cut your legs off. They serve no purpose when they are glued to the floor as your ass has taken root in a chair. Don't bother brushing your teeth. No one can smell your breath, nor is there anyone to impress with your colgate smile.

Add that guy to your friends list. No he has an in to all of your friends, who you've added to your friends list, who now have ins to all of your friends you've added to your friends list. Congratulations, you have been used. You are the middleman or woman. Your only purpose is to fill a slot among a million other slots. You don't earn a trophy, you don't gain respect, but you do lose the ability to have fun.

I was at the party last night. I laughed with people, danced with people, kissed someone, fought someone, breathed, ate, drank, touched, smelled, heard things, and saw things. But you weren't there. I came back home and you left me a message on Myspace, asking me where I've been. You told me to come back from the dead.

I cry for you.