If you belong to MySpace, you know who Tom is. He’s the guy who created MySpace, and whenever you make a new account there, he’s always your very first “friend.” Right there in your “My Friend Space”, there will be a single picture of Tom grinning at you over his shoulder like he’s really happy to see you, or like you just caught him whacking off or something. As you accumulate more friends, it’s always a good idea to remove this picture from your “My Friend Space” because it looks uncool if you have to beef up your apparent amount of friends with the default “Tom” picture. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt Tom’s feelings or anything. He’s never going to see your profile page and think, “Gee…I wonder why he doesn’t consider me to be one of his ‘top friends’…(sniff).” Tom’s way too busy running around spending all the money he makes off of MySpace and grinning over his shoulder at his actual real-life friends to give a rat’s ass about you and your dumb profile page. Just try dropping him a PM sometime and see if you get a response. You might as well put in a job application for Pope while you’re at it.
Anyway, Tom occasionally makes announcements that show up on my home page, and recently, he told me how to eliminate friend requests from people I don’t know. Why the hell would I want to do that? I thought MySpace was supposed to be a place to meet new people, not to participate in a circle jerk of people you already know. I don’t know that many people in real life I’d be interested in being MySpace friends with anyway. If that’s the only people I had in my “My Friend Space”, Tom’s picture would still be in it.
So, I just added my 100th friend to my My Friend Space. This milestone pales in comparison to other MySpacers who have thousands of people on their friends list. A lot of them are gorgeous babes whose profile pages feature pictures that guys can whack off to. Or, they are famous people that everyone wants to add as friends so they can put their pictures in their My Friend Space to show off to everyone who looks at their profile. I have a few of those in my profile, so this is an acceptable practice. But since I am neither a famous person nor a gorgeous babe, and I doubt if I get whacked off to very often, I can’t afford to be all that choosy about whose friend requests I accept. Which means that my friends list is filled with wannabe musicians who want me to listen to their mp3s and go to their shows, or other people who just want as many people as possible to read their bulletins and stuff. I’ve tried emailing some of them but I usually never get an answer, and if I get one, it’s often something like “Yeah, ha ha, whatever. You’re who, now?” Some of them aren’t even people–they’re movie titles or events. So, for some reason, I seem to be friends with Texas Frightmare Weekend. I really don’t think Texas Frightmare Weekend is ever going to drop by my house whenever it’s in town so we can go out for a beer or anything.
But yeah, in addition to people who only accept friend requests from people they already know, there are also the people who won’t accept my friend requests because they’re MySpace Snobs. Somehow, MySpace Snobs are able to tell that I’m not cool or important enough to be their MySpace friend, so I never hear from them after sending a friend request. So, instead of being a new and fun way to interact with people, MySpace is sometimes just f***ing high school all over again. If you were popular in high school, you might read that and think “Cool!” If you weren’t, you know what I mean.
Some of the people who won’t accept my friend requests already have, like, 6,000 friends, and some of these are characters with names like “Fuggle, The Wonder Octopus” or “The Decrepit Corpse Tickler.” The fact that I don’t rate inclusion on such a list can be somewhat disheartening. Perhaps someday, if I’m lucky, I’ll be in a position to turn away friends–even fake ones–but in the meantime, just about the only friend requests I deny are the ones from cute young girls who have the word “webcam” anywhere on their profile pages. I don’t do webcams. If I’m going to pay for sex, I want to be touching something besides my own wing-ding.
I just got one of those last night, as a matter of fact. It was from “Tina.” That is, her profile name was “Tina”, but in her “About Me” space she calls herself “Linda.” Oops! Somebody franked up on her own name! Anyway, Tina/Linda tells us how she doesn’t have many friends in the “real” world (awwwwww…) but she LOVES to meet new people online. (Yaaay!) Then she goes on to describe how she often absent-mindedly leaves her webcam on, even when she’s just gotten out of the shower! Woo-hoo! As she puts it, “I’m quiet the exhibitionist! CLICK HERE to get a link for my webcam and chat room. I’m so bored…” Wow, Tina/Linda–that sounds quiet exciting! My wallet is practically flying out of my pants right now. Bet that’ll help relieve your boredom, huh?
So far, I have only three subscribers to my blog, and two of them are the same person. Which is a shame, because I have a very nice blog with lots of funny and interesting stuff like this on it. Drop by my profile page and read my blog sometime, and if you like it, subscribe to it. It will make me feel less like a total loser, and anything that can do that is well worth the effort, because I’m so nice. And shoot me a friend request too, if you’d like. Chances are, I will accept it, unless you have a webcam or are simply just too incredibly yucky for even me to handle. But the way things look at this point, it will still be quiet some time before I turn into a MySpace Snob.
And to everyone who has already put me on their friends list: Thanks for the add! Woo-hoo!