I am a bad friend. I’m not a good listener. I need to work out again. I get irritated with the same five questions about the Real World. I’m sure I do look taller on TV.

I don’t pray as much as I should. I wish I could be more famous for young people so I could say something—anything—that would inspire them to make the world a better place. If I were more Christlike, then maybe each person I met would know how much God loves them. But no, I am going to continue to screw this up.

Am I just wasting my time? Can the Internet be more than a hell-hole where people become addicted to porn? Are all those endless flights across the country helping anyone at all, or just stealing my weekends? I hate airplanes. I hate airplanes. I hate airplanes. Why do I wait for the girl I’ll never meet? I am tired of going to bed alone.