In case you haven't noticed, the world has gotten a lot more connected. If you don't have a cell phone, you are now in a very small minority. What do you mean, you don't Twitter? What's your Facebook? Instead of asking "can I get your number and give you a buzz later", I get asked "What's your MySpace name?" When I tell them I don't have one, I get a look like I told them I just killed my family and plan on doing unnatural things to their dog when I get home.

 

 

Back in 2001, I had a MySpace account... actually I had 2; one was for family/friends, and the other was for everyone else (strangers, random Friend Requests, etc). I also had a Facebook account in early 2003, and kept it for a couple years. I also messed around with Twitter when it was just in Beta testing. It was fun in the beginning, testing things out, making unique looking profiles, and generally trying something new and different. Soon, it came to be that MySpace began to get overrun by 12 to 14 year olds that listed their age as 18, 21, and even 99 years old. I started becoming agitated once it turned from a gathering place for my friends to a place that had tons of spammers with profiles built that would download dialers, viruses, and trojans when you clicked on any part of them. It was then that I decided Facebook would be my primary social networking site. After all, it was actually geared towards the 'college crowd', and it allowed me to catch up with several old friends I haven't seen or heard from in years. The same problems that were occurring at MySpace now were starting to overrun Facebook. I then got an invite to check out Twitter, where I could allow people to 'follow' me and I didn't have to deal with the problems that ran me off MySpace and Facebook. At first, it was a neat little novelty, and it allowed for some interesting possibilities. It was when more and more inanimate objects suddenly began popping up and Twittering that I threw my hands up and said "F@#$ THIS!"

 

 

As far as I'm concerned, you can keep your friend requests and fake profiles. I don't care that you just updated your Twitter to show that you just took a crap, followed in a couple minutes by an update proclaiming your love for Starbucks. Finally, I don't care to be poked... poke me in real life and see what happens! Finally, you really should stop giving me dirty looks because I don't have an account at any of these social networking sites; I can't help that you haven't moved past them yet.

 

This rant written by Joe Rosendorf Jr.  This is merely an opinion based on personal experiences, and is intended to inform based on those experiences.