I use to think, why not have a myspace... it won't hurt. Now, I realize, myspace is nothing but a life sucking corporation which feeds off of human interaction.
$200 million dollars per year profit... why and from where you ask?
Every time you go to log on to see if you have any new friends you don't really give a sh!t about. Every time you decide that you have nothing better to do so you tweak your oh so one of a kind home page. When you want to make sure you don't miss someone’s birthday because they are not important enough for you to know it by memory. Every time you do these as well as countless other things on this website, you are bombarded with more ads your mind cares to subconsciously count. It’s so bad that you develop a subconscious response to click ..†on the ginormous ad that you MUST go through just to get to your so called “life.â€
This amazing marvel of modern technology is the definition of the degradation of the industrially skilled American population. Instead of using this as a tool to broaden your horizons and show how much you know and see what you can use to your advantage, you use this to incriminate yourself, post pictures of the person you wish you were, with people you barely ever hang out with, and tell the entire world about everything nobody cares about.
How sad is it that someone took the extracurricular thinking which resulted in the creation of this vice you are stuck on? You are here reading this profile for the sake of being mass marketed and being the subject of a project managers corporate goal. You’re putting money into their pockets and rotting your own mind all at the same time. Look up something interesting you’ve always wanted to learn about but never got the chance to look up, go listen to music you’ve never heard before just so you can experience it, visit your family, and believe in yourself instead of dwelling on the profile of people you truly don’t care about. The truth is that even if it is someone you do care about, all you are seeing is who they wish they were, doesn’t mean it’s the person you remember from high school or met at a club last night.
In fact, if someone gives you their myspace instead of their phone number, it’s not always a good thing.
Go read a book. Spend some money to help our economically dying nation. Get a job. Meet someone in the real world. Above all, stop wasting your time on this useless excuse of having something to do in your life.
