MySpace has allowed us the opportunity to never move on completely. Two years ago I would never have any idea who my ex-boyfriend is dating, nor would I know the spiteful comments some random girl is making about me in a foolish attempt to regain her self respect. I have a daily reminder of friends passed who still live on in myspace world. I can read and re-read the last comments left by my friend who ended his own life over a year ago, hanging on to everyword imagining his fingers typing each letter for the last time, just as I type them now. Myspace empowers you with a sort of knowledge that would have been better left unknown sometimes. It exposes secrets that may have been better off kept to themselves.
For instance, tonight....I witnessed the downfall of two marriages via some insider information and a few myspace hits. People who were onced linked in an eternal bond of love now have digressed to removing eachother from their top 8. Scandals are brewing in the comments left on their page by witty strangers...who are not really strangers. It's all too much. But it's like one big trainwreck with blood and guts all over the track. You know what you are going to see if you look, but you look and what you see still has the power to shock and horrify you....or if someone you know is in the wreck, it leaves you scared for life.
I am so thankful that during our 3 year relationship (and still to this day) D never had a myspace page. He hated the idea of my page but he always trusted me enough to never "drive by" and lurk at the wreckage.
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