Goodbye Myspace... Sort Of

Originally Posted:  October 31, 2007

Have you ever become distant from a good friend? At one time you were really good friends. You had a lot of good times. But as good as some friendships are, some are just destined to fizzle. Things change, people change and some friendships just aren't malleable enough to change with them. You only remember the good times though. You wish you could go back to those days. But you can't, you've both changed. They don't fit in with you and you don't fit in with them anymore. You both hang on, hoping that one day things will go back to the way they were. But they won't. Then one day, you let go. As painful as it is, you do it. You're hit with a sudden wave of relief. You kick yourself for not doing it earlier. You're truly happy.

The next day, things are different. You aren't happy anymore. You find your self reminiscing about the good times gone. The good times were already gone, but at least when the person was still "around" you still had the false hope that you could get them back. But now that you've parted ways, that false hope is gone. It seems like you have nothing to live for anymore. Everything seems so bleak. You lost what you once had, and at one time, what you thought would be around forever. 

I let go of one of those friends yesterday, 163 of them to be exact. 

I deleted my Myspace yesterday. I've always said I was going to do it. I just never did. I couldn't let go. When I originally planned on deleting it, I went back and read all my old web logs and all my old comments. After reading those I just couldn't do it. The memories were just too strong. So I held on. I never did anything on there anymore. I never wrote people back. I even stopped posting web logs on there. We weren't progressing. We never even talked anymore. The only symbol of our friendship was old comments and stuff. 

So yesterday, I deleted it. I felt happy at the time. But now, I'm looking back, in regret. I wish I would have at least saved all those old comments and old web logs. They were kind of like old pictures. Memories of what once was. No more hope that there will be more memories in the future. And you know what, I'm happy with that. It's what's best, for both us. 

But now I can look forward to the occasional get together, reminisce and catch up, dinner and a game. Something that wouldn't have happened had we continued this sham of a friendship and acted as if things were the same as they used to be. 

We may not be creating any new memories ever again, but at least we'll always have the old ones.