
For years, I resisted in signing up for a LiveJournal account. I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew were already there. I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but for some reason, I resisted in joining something everyone else had joined. Eventually, I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world. It was a pretty good way of keeping in touch with some people.
For years, I resisted in signing up for a MySpace account. I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew already had their own. I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but I disliked how commercial, how ad-ridden, and how plagued it was with shitty musicians, spam-bots soliciting shitty webcam sex girls, but a lot of my friends were there. Eventually I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world. It wasn’t as good of a means of keeping in track of people, but it did serve its purpose somewhat; the last time I heard from MySpace, someone named Jose had simply assumed my account, despite the fact that it was free for anyone to get their own. Good riddance?
As of this past weekend, I broke down the latest resistance and signed up for a Facebook account. And to no surprise, it’s not the end of the world.





