This is nothing to LOL about!
I've always found that sort of thought to be interesting, that one could find "happiness" through filling their lives with others, but only on a platonic level. After all, Gatsby is only fictional in name, but he does exist.
Is that sort of life truly enjoyable? At what point do you realize how empty your life truly is? Gatsby was lucky enough (or, from some perspectives, unlucky enough) to see this early on, but many a person, especially the wealthy, live their lives this way and become superficial to fill the void. It's rather sad, actually.