The older you get, the less you should think about yourself. I’m to the point where I’m actually thinking about people who have not yet been born. They need to have a better chance than I did. They need to know they are loved. They need braces. They need to listen to the Ramones.
I care a little less about old acquaintances, however. Were it not for the internet, I wouldn’t know about any of them anyways. The closer I grow to this family, the less I care about the rest of the world. I will always have people I love, admire, and bother on a regular basis, but so many mean so much less while a handful mean so much more.