last night, not too long after writing the preceding entry i stopped at a coffee house in a very small town while on my way home from the boonies. the place was full of teenyboppers and would seem to be the place to hang out with your friends in this town. as i waited for my coffee (just black; simple and quick thank you) i looked around and saw some people reading, some people talking, etc. typical coffee house stuff. i turned my attention back to a group of four or five people that were standing around two public computers and giggling. i had noticed them when i came in. i actually felt good watching them because they were having fun and they were together and i like that sort of thing. i like fun and friends.
on my way out, i had to walk by them and, facing the door this time i happened to see what they were doing on the interwebs.they, the five of them, had two computers browsing mySpace pages. i suddenly wanted to throw my steaming coffee in their moron faces. i mean, using a social web site to keep in touch with friends is one thing. when you’re at home or work or school and, well, not with your friends. but imagine how pathetic you would have to be to actually be somewhere–even a coffee house–with several of your friends and you can’t think of anything better to do than wander around mySpace.
i wish there was an agency i could have called to come sterilize all of them.
