I hardly ever used to Blog on Myspace. But when I did... I blew up whole relationships. Cousins who were once close to me would get so ass-hurt at the things my angsty, adolescent mind would think to post and *poof* they would "disappear" (really, they'd run to their mom, who would run to my mom, who would run to me and demand that I take it down. and I never would). People who were best friends and actively destroying their lives would get mad that I would blog about it after them refusing to listen to me, and the reading of that post would be the last that I ever saw of them. I get it... I was harsh. But it was the Angsty adolescence.
I thank the universe every day that the angst of my youth manifested itself in the form of overwhelming honesty and not in some other way. It allowed me to get comfortable in a space where most people fear; speaking the truth. Now, in what I hope are my wiser years, I understand the balance of decorum and truth, but I admire truth too much to ever sacrifice it simply for the sake of someone's feelings. However, I know now that it doesn't always (or even often) have to be one or the other. I can dole out the honesty that a situation demands in a way that doesn't harm anyone (most of the time) and I suppose that was the reason for the ReVamp of the Old Myspace into SpaceHey. so that we can experience as learned adults what navigating an early form of media is like without all of the toxicity of adolescence and inexperience.
Comments
Displaying 0 of 0 comments ( View all | Add Comment )