I woke up one morning and deleted my Myspace account. No one noticed. It was then I knew I made the correct decision.

Why should I remain a part of something that simply does not value your inclusion? Why did none of my friends notice my sudden departure? Because all I was, was a number. The culmination of my deleting my account was something along the lines of:

You have X-1 friends

I happen to believe I am more significant than a number. Hopefully if you are reading this, we have at least that in common.

It suddenly freed up an hour or more everyday to do something other than look at pictures of people I don't know. I had more time in my life. And I am happy for that.

So a week passed by and it struck me that I still hadn't gone out. I called a few people, they were busy. One person I spoke to was actually sitting at their computer trying to make their profile page "look cool". They had been there for three hours.

"Why don't you try to make yourself look cool, and lets go out."

"I can't, I have to get my background to look right."

Now I knew why my friends didn't realize my leaving Myspace, my page was boring. No one ever visited it. There was nothing to do there. Sadly, this somehow reflected on me as a person. I am boring. There is nothing to do there, with me. And I found it ironic that because I didn't devote anytime to being antisocial and making a webpage be attractive, I was just as unattractive.

It seems to be that this is the way people work. Or at least people on "social networks". If they are not constantly reminded of your existence, you do not exist. They find this constant reminder by making visiting your page part of their routine. Their visiting your page will never be part of their routine, unless you spend some time spicing it up.

To put it bluntly, it fucking disgusts me. I cant expect you to answer your phone, because you need to be Ms or Mr popular online person with cool doodads on a webpage that happens to have your picture on it so you know that these cool doodads were brought to others by you, Ms or Mr popular online person. Don't answer your phone, you need to hunt down some online code to make something blink blue and white when someone mouses over it.

You are laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. And very much so a loser. A loser addicted to being a loser. How sad. How pathetic.

You need to fucking unplug.