I have a sort of embarassing confession: I'm on MySpace. Not only am I on it, I frequent it and somewhat actively participate. But it gets worse... I have
multiple MySpace accounts. I told you it was embarassing.
I have a MySpace account for myself, I made one for my business, one for my DidjeriDude "identity", one for the rock band I'm in, one for the world/new age recording project I'm involved in, one for my father-in-law, and I convinced Patti she needs one too. A couple of them I did just to "reserve" the name, before someone else took it and you start having to buy them off people, like domain names.
It's just really pretty cool. Friggin' genius. Another "man, if only I'd thought of that..." like eBay, Google, etc. And it's becoming just as ubiquitous as those other entities. EVERYONE is on MySpace. If you're not on MySpace, you don't exist. Well, it's beginning to seem like that, anyway.
Of course, it has its inherent problems. Like everything else on the 'Net, it's becoming increasingly infested with "undesirable" elements, like porn and marketing scams. They have "trains" where you apparently (I haven't really researched it to be honest) sign on to just receive a huge number of "friends" (contacts), for no reason other than to increase your friend count.
Call me old-fashioned, but I thought the fun of things like this was to see how many of your "actual" friends you could hook up with and "collect." Where's the fun in having 10,000 friends thrown at you all at once? Now that I think of it, that's really a metaphor for life, isn't it? We all want things more for the sake of having them and showing others that we have them, than for the enjoyment of the things. Or at least we feel like having lots and lots of things will add somehow to the quality of our lives. But then, I have just over 20 friends, and almost half of those are ones I created myself! Oh, the irony.
Yesterday, one of my "friends" sent me a chain letter. This wasn't my "main" account (the 'friend' pool of which I've chosen to keep 'pure'), but one of my other, supplemental accounts. Needless to say, I dropped that friend like a hot Idaho spud, but the chain letter has continued to nag at me today.
There's not much in the world as big of a downer as a chain letter. You're just living your life and
bam, someone cold cocks you with a chore that if you choose not to undertake, you risk some kind of harm to you or yours. Does that suck, or what?
My "friend's" chain letter told me that if I don't duplicate and send it on to 10 of my friends, tomorrow would be the worst day of my life. Nice. Thanks, "friend." I'm not a very superstitious person. I've been known to defiantly walk under ladders or cross the path of dreaded black kitties. I didn't put much stock in the "curse" that pop star Seal put on me a few years back. But something just nags at you, like... "what if?" I mean, someone just told me that today was going to be the worst day of my life!
I'm not superstitious, but I am looking forward to midnight. Maybe MySpace was a bad idea.