Then, suddenly, it became all about who you know. Your social network.
Talk about an entourage! You wanted one bigger than anyone else's and wouldn't stop talking about it. Everyone wants a circle of friends; you wanted millions of circles. And you weren't going to stop until you got them.
Now, every time I ask you a question, all I hear about is who you know and what they think. At some point I get the answer, but it's getting harder and harder to wade through the self-serving jabber. I used to trust your answers implicitly. Now, when I finally get them, I wonder.
We don't travel in the same circles. I'm not really interested in becoming a player in your mega posse. And because of that, I can't say for sure whether you care enough about me anymore to give me straight answers.
A little while ago, when the Internet protested terrible new laws that would restrict our freedom, you wore black. It's hard for me to say this, but I felt embarrassed for you. It was like those celebrities who visited the Occupy protesters in Zuccotti Park. Everyone knew it was for the PR.
These days, I can't help but remember one of the first things you said to me: That you'd never be evil. I thought it was a little strange at the time. Why would you say that, if at least a tiny bit you weren't attracted to the dark side?
Now I fear the worst. When I need answers I can trust, maybe I should start asking questions somewhere else.