I’ve decided that The Saddest Thing in the World is when you go two, three, four days on end without talking to another human being––because at this point, the girl at the coffee shop across the street knows what you order and you know what it costs, and other than that, all of your communication happens with the fingers and the typing––and then, when you finally do get in the same room as someone you consider a friend, you tell them something you’ve been thinking or something you’ve been doing, and they respond:

"Yeah, I know, I read that Twitter."