I love when I see people on Facebook contact someone they haven't been in touch with in a while and say things like, "You look really happy!", or, "Looks like you're having fun!"
No shit. No one's putting up pictures of themselves wallowing in self-pity, eating ice cream alone on the couch, ruing the failures of their lives as they braid their nooses. I mean, I've seen a lot of Facebook pages in my time, and I've yet to see one where someone looks miserable and depressed. . . . Well, except maybe my little brother, who posts status updates like, "The world is a diarrhea-splattered toilet bowl whose only reprieve is a violent flush into the fecal-infested bowels of a malodorous hell . . ."