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Ryan Bingham: I thought I was a part of your life.
Alex Goran: I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis.
Ryan Bingham: I'm a parenthesis?

Up in the Air (2009)


I'm getting worn out of online networking. Recently, I promised myself to steadily reduce Facebook hours. The signs are good. I lost half a million in Zynga Poker. I religiously follow one less person (which made the count equal to zero). Only FP makes me log-in frequently. As if it's your first baby that keeps you from sleeping. (well, not that I already had a baby)

Intellectual magazines made us realize that very long time ago: that these softwared relationships remove us from the core and freshest juices of life.

But not that I'd want to meet my friends personally most the time instead. What I want is less connection. Less people. Maybe I miss being alone. I want less baggage. Building on the strong relationships and letting go the soft ones.

Let people come. If they are to be closer, let it be. If not, don't make the effort of building on it. Love the closest friends. Mark them as the people who will be company even at fifty. Those who will not be, let go.

Someday, I will be successful on this. On that day, I may realize I'm wrong.

I imagine vintage colors. Grunges on pastel. The lives you revolve with are intimate and profound.

I don't want to be a parenthesis.



**I don't blog here to be profound. I just don't need to be understood.