What's wrong with me?

For years I've lived in a utopian solitude. Preferring to hermit myself away from everything that was Hamburg NY, circa 1989. Everything in my life was fine until recently. I now find myself completely obsessed with "facebook". I don't know how it started, but I can tell you that it has been an ugly decent into the depths of flashback Hell. I am on the site daily looking at pictures of people I once knew, hoping that they have aged worse than me. 

I don't know if it's because 2009 is the year of my 20th high school reunion, or if I have finally just recognized the gaping hole in my life that was once filled with a youthful exuberance and adolescence. A strange but strong bond, held between high school "non-populars" as we fought an emotional battle to "fit in".

Or is it because twenty years later, I look at my life and say "man, did I luck out!" I mean come on... aside from the slight gut and receding hairline, I'm probably in the best shape of my life. I have a beautiful wife that puts up with most of my bullshit, and two great children that I'm sure will end up with high paying jobs to support their aging father. 

So as I prepare once again to log on to the site, I crank up a little Til Tuesday - "voices carry", put on two rugby shirts with the collars popped, and tie my sneakers Behind the tongue of my Nike high-tops, I draw strength from the knowledge that I surf this site only to mock,. And that it only re-affirms my opinions as a self proclaimed elitist snob.