“Piper, despite having more than 300 friends on Facebook, found himself in a predicament shared by many millennials: He had no real friends to hang out with.”
And both Piper and the author are clueless to the obvious reason why.
I would not “hang out” with Piper. He looks like a poofter.
“What’s MTV?”
“They used to show music videos.”
“You mean like streaming media?”
“If that helps you. Around the time you were born they started hosting older artists’ Unplugged shows.”
“Unplugged? You mean, like, wireless?”
Facebook has long since eclipsed America Online, the once prominent existence for folks ‘to git togethuh’.
I can tell you ... all those out there on the galactic bit bucket who enjoin themselves to you, are not ‘friends’, and should not be counted for one minute, for other then a means of self-validation.
Why?
When you hit that power button on your machine, they go away, and you are still there in your seat, before a now darkened screen, just as you were when you awakened that morning, alone.
Nick, from an old fart, go to a church, any church. You just might find ‘that’ one, and if not, you just might find some, (omg), friends in the flesh, with some substance.
28 and only 300 Facebook friends?
Loser.
Dang what a girlie man.
Whining about having no friends.
It is no wonder women are sleeping around with women these days.
Sheeeeesh. This guy needs to Siriusly nut up.
Is this a selfie nick? You hang out at FR but ain’t got no friends.
I'm told that I once had an imaginary friend named Milo. But that was when I was four and not in my 20's. And that was only one and not 300.
Walter has virtual friends filling his virtual life and absolutely no concept of reality. Probably has an inflatable virtual girl friend as well.
ping
Get a dog.
no real friends to hang out with
Perhaps if he logged off his computer and went out in public he might meet live people. Maybe go to church! There are people in church!
Gaydar just buried the needle...
If he will send me his address I will send him a quarter. Then he can call someone who cares,
But he’s got such longingly sensitive pouty lips. He should be able to find a friend somewhere.
Come down hyar to Texas homo, I’ll find you a friend. My right boot would love to meet your dumb azz.
Gag me with Poseidon’s trident.
First World Problems.