Pretty Much Overcome

So...I have been dried out mostly of my MySpace addiction. Now it is just something I check everyday, like Salon.com, and NYT and gmail and WSJ and Yelp.com and other random shit I have in my del.icio.us bookmarks. I may look at it for a while, check out what my friends are doing on the east coast, look at the postings and done. Why has something that was so bad for me for so long now not mean much to me?

1) I am not using it as a tool for procastination anymore.

2) I am not bored at work out of my mind, looking endlessly for something, anything to amuse myself and my friends in the process

3) I simply have TOO much time now, being unemployed and such that it is not as exciting or debaucherous.

Since moving out here to AZ, where I have no real trail or web of people others would know as point of reference, so the old "do you have a myspace account" has been working for me, as much as one can. I mean, I know from countless web experiences that you never know how you will like someone until you really meet them. There are so many people I know that I cannot exactly pinpoint why I like them so much, what it is that makes me want to talk to them, find them appealing, etc. It is not something you can determine from a few lines, photos, music choices, quirky humour. So many people you love-you really may not have much of the "key points" in common-music, books, news, backgrounds, class, travel experience, what one wants to wear or eat or drink, do for leisure, family issues, humour..well, honestly humour is non-negotiable. If one doesn't find the same things funny you do-well, what the fuck is the point of that friendship? Know when to be serious, know when to crack the fuck up, right?

Okay, this diatribe has become extremely long-winded, hasn't it?

Anyway.

Me and Myspace. Our high point is gone, but I still enjoy you in...moderation.