It seems like I encouner an inordinate amount of friend-collectors and others whose only real goal seems to be to waste my time. I see people every day I'd like to meet, but I think I'm a lot happier wishing I'd met them than I would be actually meeting them. People I do meet often turn out to have been much more interesting in my imagination than they are in reality; usually a lot smarter, too. People have been letting me down a lot lately, so I find myself spending more time avoiding them.