There was LiveJournal, and it was bad. If you didn’t have a LiveJournal, you were probably well-adjusted and didn’t suffer through “I can’t see through my bangs,” too much eyeliner, clumpy mascara, and/or none of your blacks matched because they all fade at different rates stages of adolescence.
You. Lucky. Bastard.
I never really got too into LJ because Netzero was the worst and most unreliable internet connection ever. The fact that more than half the time I wasn’t accccttttualllly supposed to be on the internet because teenage me couldn’t be trusted around chatrooms had absolutely everything nothing to do with it. Let’s blame Netzero and how freaking long it took to get online with dial-up.
Shortly after high school, I jumped on the MySpace wagon. Selfies in the bathroom. Duck lips. Still heavy bangs. Cryptic updates. Existential angst if I wasn’t on someone’s Top 8… then Top 12, 16, 20. Oh, good and bad gods, I’m so glad that level of stress has been removed. Now we never know if someone swiped left on us. So much better… right? right?!
Probably the best thing that ever came out of MySpace other than rudimentary knowledge of html was the blog space. I’ve always had more words in my head and hands than come out of my mouth. I’m not much of a talker unless something absolutely needs to be said.
Everyone knows the saying: You have two eyes and one mouth; look and pay attention twice as much as you speak… Or something like that. I figure that we have two hands for the same reason.
And I used my hands to write about everything and nothing. I even got sucked down a rabbit-hole once where I researched “love bugs” and wrote a blog about that. There was a blog where I wrote like my conscious and subconscious having a conversation back and forth. I would do anything to be able to read that as a mid-30’s woman looking back into her early-20’s psyche probably whining about being broke and tired. She knew so little about what was ahead of her circa 2006.
So what happened to that blog and why haven’t I blogged since? As most things, it’s a long story, and worth its own post.
Short Answer: my ex got onto my MySpace and deleted every single blog post. It was soul crushing, and I haven’t blogged since… UNTIL NOW BWAHAHAHA
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