I felt the same before then realized that what I missed was my youth. Plenty of time to kill. No real privacy need. Being a night owl with little hangover, etc. etc.
Not saying that's you. Just cannot help going down the memory lane.
Not saying that's you. Just cannot help going down the memory lane.
There was a moment where I made genuine friends through Twitter...people I worked with, knew their families, and really got to know over time.
Now, X is a mess and HN is intellectually stimulating but impersonal.