2.0 The Return
Ah, Myspace. What could have been if weathered the storm and did not change to My___ (insert snores). The home of revolution won to corporate pollution and infiltration of Facebook features turned this place into a horrid creature. Now that Facebook is returning the favor and instigating Live Feed like My__ was now a savior leaves a flavor on the social networking scene no one should wish to savor. Therefore, I thought to myself, it is time for a New Era.
I discussed this with my friend, The Douche, aka The Jabberwocky. He, too, appreciated Myspace upon my suggestion in its dying days before the change to My___. My idea was to never succumb to the atheistbook - I mean, CIA spy headquarters - I mean FBI's CoffeeTable Magazine Search - I mean Land Of The Bland - I mean, Facebook. He succumbed.
I went dormant.
Years later, words on the wind of change harkened a new day on the social networking front... a certain: Google+. I phoned my friend.
He was munching on some fruit.
"Yeah?" he said, chomping away into the receiver.
"Hello, Douche," I said.
"Ah," he replied. He did not need to reciprocate the greeting with my name, he knew who I was.
"Did you hear?"
"That Perry is a sociopath?"
"That the economy still sucks? So much for 'Change'."
"That the masses are afraid of an individual who is right most of the time? Except Ron Paul, because that's him?"
"Oh, Zuckerberg's address?"
"It sucks. Oh well. It's still here. It will weather the storm eventually, or it will collapse."
"Now might be the time."
"What? Did Timberlake suddenly, finally knock some sense into MyblankSpace and returned it to Myspace?"
"Then there is no time."
"What about time for Google Plus?"
"It's an identity verification service."
"And Facebook isn't?"
Silence. Munch, slightly frustrated munch.
"I'm going to do it."
"What? Submit yourself to the Circles of society? Build a public profile? Get your name identified and tracked across the internet? Go for it, Dante."
"Beats parading down the halls of the CIA screaming God is Dead."
"Well, we don't want them to forget."
My turn for frustrated silence.
Munch, munch, no longer frustrated.
"Can you stop chomping that stupid apple, Jabberwocky?"
"Struck a nerve?"
"Maybe that's our problem."
"That's like the ninth time you've said that, 'what'."
"Represents the circles of hell you'll be traversing in your social waters. Cheers. But seriously, it was meant."
"You don't believe in anything, do you?"
"I never said that."
"You like mirrors."
"Your music blatantly screams 'I have no beliefs'."
"Actually, it doesn't scream. It whispers. And if I had no beliefs I'd have nothing to whisper."
"You're a cocky, isolated atheist."
"I am troubled by the last word."
"I never declared it."
"You've never declared the contrary."
"You've got to be one or the other."
"Because I'm sick of this."
"Ten! Our aimless banter's score!"
"Well, find something worth talking about before you call and waste my time."
"I'm not wasting your time. I'm here to tell you I'm not doing it."
"Joining your atheist club."
"I knew you'd come around."
"I am my own club, I don't join clubs. Just like I don't make social declarations and wear pretty social badges to sanction myself to the world. I just speak rationally how I see it."
"Your actions speak otherwise."
"My ideas are what matter."
"And they manifest as godless in your actions."
Chuckles darkly. "And what is your problem, all of the sudden?"
"It's not my problem all of the sudden. It's been awhile now."
"You've always been behind me before."
"No, I've been trying to understand you. I read your comment on Youtube, the atheist debate video? CNN, I think it was. Where you defined the mind."
"Your universe is godless."
"And you have a problem with my deductions."
"Since when? Then?"
"Have you heard yourself? Look at your old blogs."
"My problems were problems with society. I didn't give up on society."
"You're in for a world of disappointment."
"Is this a stalemate? Are you drawing a line?"
"Join me. Leave Facebook. It is the death of color, creativity, and real thought. Revolution shall never happen to society, there."
"Haha, Facebook is godless now, too?"
I sit in silence.
"I suppose Google Plus is the answer."
"No, but it's an avenue."
"It doesn't matter, the point is there is now another avenue."
"You don't know where it's going."
"I'm fine with that."
"A leap of faith?"
"Are you that willing to kill reason?"
"You have taken a stand."
"You're making it hard to reason with you and not fulfil your agenda."
"Agenda! I'm not killing reason. I've found a reason to branch out and accept the world."
"Enjoy the wolves, prophet boy."
"Once you learn to appreciate life Dicking you, you can experience a new Sunrise."
"Enjoy your wordplay. I guess this is where we draw the line, then, you and I. Is that what you want?"
"Since you won't say."
Munch. The apple is gone. He won't speak, so I will.