I don’t know how my obituary will read, or yours, but my money says it won’t mention how many Facebook friends I had when I finally bought the farm. And I bet the majority of those friends, and I mean this in the nicest way, will probably have just a passing interest in my demise. That’s because life boils down to a pretty small number of relationships — maybe a couple dozen. These are the ones that count: bonds. You know these people well beyond that overconfident, happy front we all put up on the internet. These people are ready and willing to sacrifice a great deal for you, and vice versa, because you know each other’s dirty secrets and still recognize the other as unique and valuable. You have their phone numbers, and occasionally call them for no particular reason. Such bonds are rare, much harder to forge than connections, and are infinitely more fulfilling. We’d be better off spending a whole lot more energy taking care of these people, and a lot less time dicking around on the internet...