I used to think that the world was an exciting place. That there was a buzz going on, especially at night. If I was cool enough, or new the right people, or the right place, I might be able to be a part of that buzz. In high school, I could feel electricity crackle on Friday and Saturday nights while I sat at home and watched to TV. Or walked around in the mall w/ my two friends, all of us with the smirk of losers looking for something to do, yet having no idea how to 'find' something to do.
When I was in college, at Rutgers, I touched the buzz, for a while. Heck, for a while, I held 2 opposing cathodes as the buzz sparked through me. I went to so many parties, drank so much alcohol, did so many drugs and met so many people, that I thought I had found the buzz. I could feel it, all around me. I could feel it driving up to campus, towards the fraternity house, the pent up excitement to party down.
Also, at the same time, I began to really look to other geographic locales as the 'real' place to be. Cities with better urban design must be a better place to live. Regions with more interesting climate or ecology, surely must offer a purer form of living.

The party buzz turned out less to be the party, and more about the people. Having friends to hang with and share lives is what was exciting. Some of the teenage anxieties about the opposite sex and finding ones place in the crowd added to the tingle of the buzz. But is really about sharing one's life with others.
Finding a better locale is hollow too. It is more appropriate to find things to appreciate in the are in which one happens to live. Hopefully, good things that one can share with those friends (and family) mentioned above.

so now, here I sit and I don't feel the buzz at all. with four kids, a wife and 2 jobs, I don't have time for the buzz. Not that I am so important that my time is already taken doing important things, my time is spent working and taking care of my family. We have our fun together but for me, the fun is few and short lived.
Over the years, I have let the relationships of my friends, wither and dry up. Very little friends do I have these days. I can travel to exciting places if I want to, but they feel lonely, once I get there. I could do drugs and drink at home if I wanted to but they are hollow when doing them by yourself. Friends, family and relationships with other people is what makes the buzz. It is that simple. While it may never crackle with electricity as it did in my school years, it can still generate a low humm.

but without it, the world is just a lonely, indifferent place. Beautiful but stark, and empty.