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March 9, 2011
And the next day:

Happiness, and its pursuit, seemed somehow a theme to my day. 
I had a fairly depressing day.

I came to the conclusion that those playing the social game (because it is a bit of a game) were the least happy. Essentially because they all seem to hate each other, and their friendships seem fluid and flimsy. Then come those who aren't playing the game, but wish they were. The irony being that they'd be probably less happy playing it. The happiest people seem to be those completely removed from all of this, knowing that their friends like them for them, nothing else. I think.