As much as I'd like to say that people like M are annoying, in truth, I click on their Facebook profiles more than on the people who never update their statuses, and I notice when they have gone silent. I genuinely wondered what the hell was going on. The other day there was an entire nine-hour hiatus between status updates. Whether they want to know these things or not, no one ever forgets that M exists. Many people (any of his three thousand–plus Facebook friends) are reminded of the intimate details of his existence several times a day. For someone who several posts later wrote "M is busy" (which also received several comments by friends), he sure has an amazing amount of time to spend online. Recently, M uploaded a picture of his sofa with a laptop open and the status update, "This is my sofa view when I'm not living the glamorous life," to which a flurry of friends commented: "all too familiar" and "without love it ain't much" (the latter of which made no sense to me), and M was able to respond in kind. I can also tell that I'm not the only one fascinated with his fascination with himself. I know about him and really about everything in his daily life with minimal effort. Between my log-ons, M has updated his "Status" multiple times, sometimes several times in an hour. Every time I go on Facebook and see my "News Feed" I am assaulted with information about M. I know what parties he goes to, what he ate for breakfast, and when he's in Los Angeles or New York, running late for a flight to Los Angeles or New York, or anywhere else. I pretty much always know when he's watching a movie, getting brunch, listening to new music, unable to sleep, or feeling pensive, gloomy, or euphoric. I don't think he has a girlfriend, but from his Facebook photos he seems to spend time with attractive women and semifamous people, and he goes to lots of parties. He seems to fly back and forth between Los Angeles and New York at least once a week. In the several years since I first met M, I have learned a lot about his life. I accepted in the way that most of us accept Facebook friends, as long as they're not Charles Manson. He did ask for my e-mail address, and at some point I got an e-mail asking if I would like to be friends with him on Facebook. He knew the man I was with, and when M said hello he introduced himself to me as well. M and I met briefly several years ago on a tree-lined street in New York City's West Village.
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