The Naked Red Snapper is lost in the internets

So being stuck in Bowling Green away from the people I talked to in Japan, I have become addicted to living vicariously through people I have no contact with anymore. Facebook, you are the source of my problems. Instead of reading up on my Japanese history and studying for school, I sit in front of your useless information-filled screen. Sometimes I message people and sometimes I feel that I should. But most of all, I feel that I am in information overload and lost in the internets.

You can call me a Luddite all you want, but I miss talking to people. I miss being able to call people up and ask, "Hey, how are you doing?" without getting the vocal version of what you see at the bottom of every article written on the internet today; "If you want to find out more about me, check out my facebook page or blog at naninani.blogspot.com. Or you can follow me on twitter. Or if you feel that you must communicate with me instead of passively observing me life, you can text me impersonally at 555-5555. C U thr!"

All I ask is that the next time you would text someone, call them up and say, "What's up?" I know your vocal cords may need time to adjust, but it will give your thumbs a nice little break for them to think about what they could be doing instead of punching that tiny keyboard; perhaps they might enjoy some good old fashioned twiddling.