Between facebook, twitter, my blog and email, all I ever do is talk about myself. It's gotten to the point where I can't even look in the mirror. Yet another opportunity for self-reflection is just overkill. I didn't think it was possible, but I'm actually bored with me. I know everything I'm going to say before I even think it. I'm the equivalent of an old boyfriend. Speaking of which, there are a lot of those on facebook. I've only met one so far, but I hear they're everywhere. What could be worse? Who even thought of this nightmare?
At first it was fun screaming "OH MY GOD!" every time some familiar face from eighth grade popped up. But then I remembered that the people from my past actually know me. My adult friends have no idea what a little brat I was. But those kids from Ms. Manton's class, not to mention my old boyfriends; they saw everything. The whole thing is just awful. What's worse is you can see your friends writing on other people's walls! Who wants to see that? I only want everyone to write on my wall. And if they don't write on my wall, I like to assume it's because they've been in a terrible accident. I want to be the most important person on there, to everyone, or I'm not staying. The problem is I don't know how to get out of it. It would be like quitting show business. Admitting I'm a washed up, facebook failure after only a few weeks. One glimpse of my former self, that's all it took. The whole thing just reminds me of me. I can't even think about it anymore. I have to go twitter.