the more connected we are the more truths we find so naked

The world gets more and more eerie when it gets smaller and smaller.
Then u know who knows who, who knew who, who liked who, who hated who and who was whose past
and how u're helplessly connected to the past of someone u nv wanna be a part of...
this idea about "common friends" is scaring me naow.
I'm just so afraid to bump into all the hers of someone's past. (Needless to say, of someone's present.)
I turn into a frenzy because all this while I felt like a stepping stone juxtaposed against someone else who used to be his utopia.