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MySpace, YourSpace, OurSpace, WeirdSpace

imagined by: James Mathias

I feel like I’m in high school again; the stress, the angst, the not-knowing-who’s-your-real-friend. This MySpace thing is part of our current popular culture, everyone has a MySpace page—everyone! People I haven’t spoken to or seen in over fifteen years, people I thought didn’t like me.

People that refuse to use their real names. People whom use pictures that are too small, out of focus, and contain other people and objects, making a positive identification near impossible without asking them directly who they are or by cleverly outwitting them “CSI stylee” and collecting DNA. Which of course can’t be done because you’d look like a pompous ass for not remembering this person from a part of your life that was as long ago as it was fleeting.

Then the memories rush back in a flood and you begin to question yourself and why you should even care or feel this way at thirty-two. You’re an adult now! And these things happened long ago and were as ineffectual to your life as what you had for breakfast last Monday, yet they still coming rushing forward to the front of your mind, numbing it to reality and causing anxiety and fears you though had long since been flushed away with the rest of your scattered high school memorabilia—that now lurks quietly in the dark chasm of your closet in a moldy box in the corner or up on a shelf out of sight and reach.

The effect that MySpace has on society cannot be ignored, nor can it be controlled. It’s a time machine into the various stages of your life past. Unfortunately you have little control over the periods you visit or the feelings they enlist to trample your current self back to the snot-nosed dungeon master you once were sitting in the back of the library rolling ten and twenty sided die trying to figure out the hit percentage of your level-40, chaotic-neutral, hobbit acrobat, whom happens to be currently battling for his life—and an awesome cloak of invisibility—against an enormous cave troll, wielding a massive, spiked club of might… I digress.

I suppose my main point is this; MySpace, YourSpace, OurSpace, WeirdSpace enjoy.

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You know the score, keep it clean and on topic. “Spammers” & “trolls” are decimated on sight.

 

Bonita in Pink

haha! I’ve only found one person I knew from my childhood.
I’m kind of glad. I don’t think there’s anybody I’d really care to run into again.
I moved around so much [and still do] that I don’t really care to reconnect.

But that’s cool. I’m glad you’ve found some ol’ friends.

:-)

Ryan

Never once have I been to that site until I read this today. Then I spent the next 3 hours browsing around for people I know/knew. Damn you James.

Sean Cannon

As with Ryan I have never once looked at that site. Now I have just wasted a ton of time searching for people that I once knew. wink

James Mathias

Sorry guys, but you have heard of it, right… Just never gone there?

Sean Cannon

Yup, I have heard of it, just was never interested until you wrote your article. wink big grin

James Mathias

Ah, I didn’t mean to advertise for them, but I guess that’s the way it works.

Sean Cannon

Oh well, I think I’ve exhausted my searching options so I shouldn’t ever have to look at it again.

It just kind of sucks you in for some reason!

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