The irony - In a superficial realm

I can’t connect.It used to be about saying the right thing or trying to say the right thing and asking the right questions to feel accepted by others.
Unfortunately, or maybe naturally, I evaluated the liking of myself on the basis of which I felt accepted by others.

Now, I find it harder to do that, for in my idiotic head, I find it hard and stupid to say words about the wellbeing and issues of the world or about anything, if there is no purpose but to say them with an aim of having a nice conversation and an end idea of creating a little positive friction between me and the other person.  

There is purpose in action and purpose in creating awareness. Words and discussions play an immense role in these. This is usually realized with openness and willingness to share and do.

But to talk on a superficial plane? What is the use of that? Just to keep in touch? Isn’t that kind of facebook friendship?

I don’t know how to have a real friend anymore.
Maybe, it’s past my age, past my era and I’ve got to adapt to facebook friendship or be left out.

Am I a brimming recipient with no space to be filled?

To connect for me is the simple things. Earnestly wanting to know about one’s day, one’s state of physique, heart and mind, one’s shitting patterns and an earnest want by the other to know about me.
That’s how I know to connect.

I’ve been failing at connecting.

I can’t cope with the superficial “we did our job keeping in touch sessions”.
And the paradox is that the more I try my hand at facebook friendship, the more I go into a shell, for it rings completely unnatural to me.

Virtuality.
I yearn for some human touch.  

Ironically, with this, my blog resuscitates.