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Was woken up at 6 am by Baby’s first Earthquake, which was deeply unsettling. When it stopped I reached for my phone in that Now sort of way where you feel alone so you want to stare at other peoples’ babies and thoughts and cats.  I  was immediately comforted by the myriad of posts by buddies who’d just woken up and felt the same thing, and I automatically felt very not alone, but instead in a room full of friends and blankets, and we all sat there, talking over each other, listening intermittently to various versions of our One Shared Feeling.

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