explain your friends

while usually i love your ideas,
staying up late
lately i think you're merely a pretty meaninglessness.
let you help me,
explain.

since it will make it easier, I'll pretend you're someone you don't understand:
a man with three arms.
a man with three thousand friends.
(or a woman, with these same constraints)

he waves to me on his way to class with three arms.
at parties she blows me three kisses. each just kidding.
we once spoke and he recited an anecdote about grape problems.
occasionally, she posts three comments in one hour on my wall:
one link he likes, one comment, one like he links.
her arms tick the time in rhythm, never missing a beat.

what don't you understand? me.
me's so self-centered, actually.
since it will make it easier, here's something about me:
i have three arms,
and i have three thousand friends!