In Scary Close, I tell the story of going to a therapeutic retreat center. Basically, emotional rehab. It’s a center in Tennessee where you get 9 months of therapy in seven days. And it’s intense. It’s a program capped at 40 people. And when you arrive, you turn in your cell phone, can’t give anybody your last name and aren’t allowed to tell anybody what you do for a living.
For some, social media is a bullhorn for what they’re already doing—pretending to be people they really aren’t. It’s not just the religious. How many people do you follow whose pictures look like they’re coming back from the 1950’s, as though all the clothes and cars and hats came from another time? All captured by a smart phone invented last year.
Now that I’m married I’ve started to worry about my children. I don’t even have children yet but I’ve already started worrying about whether or not I’ll be a good dad. One of my greatest fears is that my children won’t do well in life, and by that, I mean won’t be happy and healthy and able to connect with others.