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Facebook Becomes Me. Definition # 9.

Lately, I have become addicted to Facebook. (i hate generic words, but i truly have an addiction. Surealiously.)
I do not think this is a healthy thing, my brain already spends entirely too much time overanalyzing, and Facebook has complicated this preoccupation tenfold. The site has taken once singularly defined, easy-to-interpret words (Like & POKES!? & friend.... requests???), warped them, and confused the shit out of me&my language dissections.

Lets explore this.

Urban Dictonary, what is facebook?

The Relationship "status."

The decision to announce a relationship via Facebook is WAY too involved. Whether the status change is simple and traditional, such as 'engaged' or complex, such as 'complicated' (don't get me started) & 'open' (wtf Facebook that is NOT an acceptable option, I hope you understand you will be held accountable if middle school students start using this .. phrase? habit? practice? whatEVER an 'open relationship' is defined as, as a form of courtship. Bring back My So-Called Life!!!) carries with it a slew of nausea inducing issues, such as a required "JANE DOE IS NO LONGER IN A RELATIONSHIP" when things go sour. Oh thats gotta feel good to read. Even better, everyone you are friends with, everyone you met at a bar and blackberry facebooked immediately (or is that just me?), your first grade classmates, your co-workers, former co-workers, aunts, uncles, their friends you met once or twice, etc etc blah blah blah, ALSO are informed that you are 'no longer in a relationship."

Is word of mouth dead?

Blogdividuality.

So,

There isn't any way, that I know of, to track the actual number of blogs that exist. Wikipedia notes that as of 12/07, Technorati, a search engine that focuses specifically on the online journals, had 112.8 million listed.

Hence, my issue.

Thinking about making a blog that stands out above all the millions- I wouldn't be surprised if by now it is billions- is like a rug burn to the brain. It seems such an difficult feat it is almost impossible. So for the last few months I have been ping-ponging this problem around my brain, trying to find inspiration, purpose, the answer. During this time, blogs have been popping up around my orbit, the product of less-neurotic acquaintances. It begs the question: what is stopping me, and not the gigantic number of bloggers who tap thoughts from their keys everyday? I'm pretty sure the answer is nothing but my own mental maladjustments.

I must conclude that making a blog is not about getting noticed, or getting hits, or being first, or tenth, or hundredth. If it was, we'd all fail. Its about what all creative expression is about: the experience, the vibrations that stir dopamine out of my brain and into my blood.

So I begin, again.