I SHOULD learn a lesson from Sarah.  I have blog accounts everywhere, I mean – EVERYWHERE.  Most of them just refer you to this one – Sarah is smarter.  She has figured out the magic of RSS feeds.  I am not entirely sure I want that much exposure, but if I decide I do, you can be sure I will be emailing her.  Nevertheless, I have resisted blogging on any of the others since I bought my own domain.  Except MySpace. 

Well, okay, I have published the link to this blog on my Myspace blog, but for some reason, I can’t just leave it at that.  I feel COMPELLED to actually write things there.

 Hi everyone, my name is Robbin and I am a MySpace Junkie.

Let me start by saying I have a real love-hate relationship with MySpace.  I have found some old friends in the incredible polyglot that is MySpace. That’s very cool.  I have also messaged with some folks that I have only known through other people before.  That’s also cool.  That’s the big advantage to MySpace.  Almost EVERYONE has an account.  Even if they actually blog over on TypePad or LiveJournal or Blogspot or WordPress, they have that guilty little MySpace secret hanging in the back. 

That’s where my infatuation with MySpace ends. 

I hate it for the same reason I hate casinos.  The overt, blinking, flashing, moving, dizzying commercialism of MySpace always makes me feel a bit nauseous when I page over to it.  From the time I was a small child, I have been overstimulated easily, and it is just too, too much.  For the record, the movie “Cool World” (now THAT dates me), gave me that same sick feeling.  I just could not focus with that much going on in the background.  I lack the ability to screen out incidental stimuli and focus on what I am trying to read/hear/watch.  I hate crowded rooms, and MySpace is THE giant virtual, smoky, crowded singles bar of the internet.  Great to meet a friend and grab a quick opener, but you go someplace else when the real conversation starts.

So I will admit to having a perverse interest in perusing my friend’s friends lists.  But I always feel like I have to wash my hair and change my clothes afterward.