So a while ago I went to Myspace for the first time in many a year and then wrote about it because that seemed like a good thing to do at the time.

It probably wasn’t, but I was getting back into writing at the time as it had been a lengthy period of not doing much that was writing-related that wasn’t some form of lyric or lyrical fragment so I guess it served some sort of purpose

Anyway, I went to Myspace, wrote about it and that was it. Done. No more.

Well, there were times that I went back on for a total of a minute but as I couldn’t remember my password I didn’t bother going any further.

So yeah. Done. No more Myspace. I was a bit annoyed that all my writing that was there was erased, but I think I have the archive somewhere.

There was no reason for me to go back.

So of course about an hour ago I went back to Myspace, recovered my password and then sent myself down a spiral that left me feeling crap.

I’m not sure as to why I went back but I did manage to unearth some old photos that I took.

Still, it really was not what I’d call a pleasant experience.

Not to get nostalgic about Myspace… but I don’t really have much of a reason to be nostalgic when I do think of Myspace.

I don’t understand as to why people get so nostalgic for the past. The past is important, but it’s a place that is behind us for a reason.

Light, rare nostalgia is probably not a bad thing, but there’s so many people that seem to want to cling to the past so much that they can’t accept that perhaps there are plenty of things around today that may be able to come close, match or even supersede what they want to hold on to instead of let go.

Nostalgia doesn’t appeal to me, but sometimes I go back and dive into stuff for some stupid reason.

When I think about how I was in the past (especially when I was in my early 20’s and younger), I think about how there were some good times that I’d not want to relive and there’s plenty of bad times that I’d not want to relive.

I also think about how much of a jerk I was as well as how much other people were jerks.

There are some nice memories but it was life at the end of the day and I don’t think that it is healthy to cherry-pick some of the moments and continually pretend that it was all good times as I’d be doing a disservice to myself and the people that are part of those memories.

Anyway, not including certain things, the past is something that in general I prefer not to think about. There’s plenty of bad stuff that I don’t need to bring back into my life but I also need to not be an idiot and willfully bring some of that crap back.

Myspace probably was not that good way back when it was still a big thing and it probably is not worth visiting now.

Maybe it would bring back memories, but it’s certainly better to look forward and see where your feet are landing.