I was bored, I thought to myself, I feel like putting a nice long winded, and self-righteous angry rant on myspace right now. I was going to throw in a little deep seeded guilt, some subtle yearning for attention(in ways only bitching on the internet can achieve), topped off with the cherry that is gross yuppie subjectivism(chalk full of isms and ologies, to make you think I know what I’m talking about, naturally).
Then I get on here, and really… who cares? Oh another 20-something kid doesn’t like this and that and doesn’t understand or agree with virtually everything… how surprising. Every single person you will ever meet these days is completely obsessed with one thing, being unique. That special little peacock whose feathers go this way when all yours go the other. Myself included don’t get me wrong, I think this little schmeel here will be pretty entertaining and I’m hoping at least a couple of you will send me something or other telling me how awesome I am. Which, of course, I’ll act humble about, attempt to play your compliment or whatever off in a way that makes you go “hm, I miss that kid.” because that’s all any of this really is folks. That’s all it ever is.

MySpace…

Oh Em Gee everybody this is my webpage! see this over here? this three box comic REALLY described me as a person, it’s funny, witty, and tells you I play the guitar and have had sex before! be my friend, Please god, be my friend!
We have become a generation, a people, relegated to confining our existences and beings to “About Me’s” and “Who I’d like to Meet’s” tell me, does the two or three odd paragraphs and poster of whatever shitty band you stickey’d in there describe the full spectrum of your existence? perhaps a taste, just a sip, a nibble of the awesome super cool ultra interesting mode that is your psyche, is what that playlist provides.
Most Certainly…
Those Ten Songs are the pinnacle of my experiences on this earth. They are me and how I feel.

fucking seriously? that at the very least should be mildly disturbing for each and every one of you. I hope to God or Aisha or Allah or whoever the fuckkitten runs this joint that my myspace, facebook, twitter, what have you, isn’t the all encompassing reality of my conscious.

So I guess my question is, has myspace and it’s counterparts led to today’s youth losing the ability to function face to face in the world, has ‘txt’ and AIM led to our inability to display our own emotions and to deal with those of others?

Topics: life, internet, Facebook, MySpace, reality, growing the fuck up