Gonna carry on with the teen theme and talk about something that was once very close to my heart as a teenager…
A site where it changed your life dramatically. A site where friendships could be made or broken purely because of how your top friends were arranged. A site which bought out the worst out of people in terms of narcissism. PC4PC’s, (“picture comment for picture comment” for those who don’t know), constant bulletin updates, quizzes, and random I’m-going-to-take-a-picture-of-myself-but-I’m-going-to-pretend-that-I’m-not-aware-that-I’m-taking-a-picture-of-myself moments.
…Yeah. MySpace. Great times.
I was guilty of
all a few of the above MySpace specific things that I mentioned, and for obvious reasons I can’t help but facepalm at the whole thing. I recall moments where I’d be doing one of the bulletin quizzes, and when I was asked a question about my MySpace crush, it’d always be answered with, “She knows who she is ;)”. And people knew who she was (her included), except she didn’t feel the bloody same. Why? Because I had terrible acne, was ridiculously awkward around girls back then, and thought that my idea of being appealing was to constantly stalk their profile (and them) like it would make them think, “Awh. He’s so dedicated.” LIKE HELL DID IT WORK. But it’s whatever, I’ve grown and matured, and the acne is gone (Thank God, it was a hellish 4 years…)
Another thing I remember very well about MySpace is the need to find the perfect song for your profile. It had to be something amazing, something that would make people think, “Yeah. This person knows their stuff.” So I went with the most emo tracks I could find. Good Charlotte, My Chemical Romance and more. Even the background theme had to be something that was far out and “showed” my personality.
Man, MySpace turned me into an attention whore, with possibly my most embarrassing part of me being my need for comments. You know, the little tally thing that people had. It was a simple formula in my head really:
More comments= More coolness.
So I’d talk to anyone and everyone I had, even if I’d only met them once. With a casual “how are you doing?” and all that other inane shit just to boost my credibility. One thing that I never did though, and can be proud of, was adding random people. I could never understand that shit. Adding a ton of people and having your page splashed with, “thanks for the add! who’s this? x” WHY DO THIS? *Jackie Chan face*
I don’t know. Just teens. Fucking hell man. 80′s teens were cool though, just sayin’.
I also wonder what happened to Tom from MySpace. I’d rofl if he had a Facebook.