The Death of Myspace
When I first discovered Myspace, it was because a friend, and recent convert, began pushing me towards the then fledgling site. I had piddled around a bit with Livejournal and Friendster (to the urgings of same friend) and initially was a bit daunted with everything Myspace seemingly had to offer. But after a while I was hooked. I customized my home page and spent hours doing mindless searches of anyone I could think of. I even reconnected to some old friends. Cool huh?
Not really.
I've found that in recent months, I have begun to actually fear my Myspace account. The fact of the matter is that in the real world I'm really not that social. My years of partying and club hopping are long gone, as is my attention span. No longer can you just give me a bright, shiny object to capture my attention. I'm intelligent, slightly insane, completely neurotic, which by the way I am completely fine with, and I no longer waste my time doing things I just don't feel like doing. Why was I striking up internet conversations with people I haven't even thought about in the last 10 years? It's not that they aren't nice people, but it's not like I'm going to have them over for a spot of tea.
The friends that I've lost contact with over the years gained their status for a reason. And furthermore, I'm really not that great of a friend. I'm way too outspoken and opinionated for my own good, and because I'm usually up to my eyeballs in drama because of my fucking family, I have a very low tolerance for bullshit from anyone else.
So now, I avoid Myspace like the plague. It's like the scab you know you just should pick at, but can't help it. I log in about every week or so, and dread it every time. I loathe seeing the message light lit up, or the friend request. Sometimes after logging in, I wouldn't even check them and immediately leave the site. But so far, I haven't had the balls to just up and cancel my account. I don't know why I keep it around, it's like the allen wrench you throw in the junk drawer-just in case you might need it in the future-even though you know anything that requires the use of an allen wrench in the future... will probably come with one.
* Myspace account deleted the very next day.
Not really.
I've found that in recent months, I have begun to actually fear my Myspace account. The fact of the matter is that in the real world I'm really not that social. My years of partying and club hopping are long gone, as is my attention span. No longer can you just give me a bright, shiny object to capture my attention. I'm intelligent, slightly insane, completely neurotic, which by the way I am completely fine with, and I no longer waste my time doing things I just don't feel like doing. Why was I striking up internet conversations with people I haven't even thought about in the last 10 years? It's not that they aren't nice people, but it's not like I'm going to have them over for a spot of tea.
The friends that I've lost contact with over the years gained their status for a reason. And furthermore, I'm really not that great of a friend. I'm way too outspoken and opinionated for my own good, and because I'm usually up to my eyeballs in drama because of my fucking family, I have a very low tolerance for bullshit from anyone else.
So now, I avoid Myspace like the plague. It's like the scab you know you just should pick at, but can't help it. I log in about every week or so, and dread it every time. I loathe seeing the message light lit up, or the friend request. Sometimes after logging in, I wouldn't even check them and immediately leave the site. But so far, I haven't had the balls to just up and cancel my account. I don't know why I keep it around, it's like the allen wrench you throw in the junk drawer-just in case you might need it in the future-even though you know anything that requires the use of an allen wrench in the future... will probably come with one.
* Myspace account deleted the very next day.
posted by Ninja Toes at 5:32 PM
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