".. are you on MySpace..? "
In an effort to adjust my regular, web browsing habits, I’ve broken a promise to myself and signed up on myspace. It happened in a moment of extreme boredom and diharrea induced weakness; swayed by an ‘e-vite’ from my friend Emily on West Coast, I decided to login and try to further carve out my own little web-neighbourhood by getting involved in the site. I figured, at worst, this is a place where I can discover some new music, trends, people and hopefully learn something about… something.
I began to build my character profile and I had to stop and restart several times. Who am I writing this for? Me? I guess so. Why is it so difficult? I’m not here trying to ‘hook up’ or something, I'm not trying to give an impression beyond the truth, so it should be relatively easy to type in a few words about myself and get on with it? Grrrr. I started to get impatient… I wanted to hurry up and pick my neat-o sound track music, now! Ok, deeep breath, profile first. I want it to be real, sheepish and a little bit wry, a reflection of how I consider myself to be. After several attempts, I felt I was sounding more like an overly emotional rocker desperate for friends. I could almost feel the eyeliner dripping down my cheeks as I deleted everything I’d written. I also realized I don’t have a picture of myself, (or access to one) that I would show the world if it collectively asked who I am… need to borrow a digital-cam, I guess.
I checked out some of other pages for reference, noticing that most people, like in real life, fluff themselves up a little bit more than is necessary. That’s cool. Whatever… people do that. People like to feel important. Selff*ahem*.. actual importance leads to admiration, I guess. AND impressing others is a great way to attract them and have them become your friend, which I suppose is kind of the point of myspace in the end, isn’t it? To promote yourself and show everyone you have cool friends? God, I’m starting to hate this already, and this shit isnt even online.. Perhaps I’m just being bitter, because I haven’t had a chance to collect friends yet… I’m falling behiiiiind!!! Just me and Tom, for now. I'll let you know how it goes.
I began to build my character profile and I had to stop and restart several times. Who am I writing this for? Me? I guess so. Why is it so difficult? I’m not here trying to ‘hook up’ or something, I'm not trying to give an impression beyond the truth, so it should be relatively easy to type in a few words about myself and get on with it? Grrrr. I started to get impatient… I wanted to hurry up and pick my neat-o sound track music, now! Ok, deeep breath, profile first. I want it to be real, sheepish and a little bit wry, a reflection of how I consider myself to be. After several attempts, I felt I was sounding more like an overly emotional rocker desperate for friends. I could almost feel the eyeliner dripping down my cheeks as I deleted everything I’d written. I also realized I don’t have a picture of myself, (or access to one) that I would show the world if it collectively asked who I am… need to borrow a digital-cam, I guess.
I checked out some of other pages for reference, noticing that most people, like in real life, fluff themselves up a little bit more than is necessary. That’s cool. Whatever… people do that. People like to feel important. Selff*ahem*.. actual importance leads to admiration, I guess. AND impressing others is a great way to attract them and have them become your friend, which I suppose is kind of the point of myspace in the end, isn’t it? To promote yourself and show everyone you have cool friends? God, I’m starting to hate this already, and this shit isnt even online.. Perhaps I’m just being bitter, because I haven’t had a chance to collect friends yet… I’m falling behiiiiind!!! Just me and Tom, for now. I'll let you know how it goes.
posted by Jay at Friday, August 11, 2006
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