Written by BCBass

Monday, 4 January 2010

Editorial From BC Bass' "Affairs of the Heart" Column:

I lost a friend today. I don't even know how to respond to this loss. I mean, I had one feeling left and you just hurt it. I'm overwhelmed.

Apparently, your profile no longer exists. You deleted it and canceled your account. I didn't just drive you from my site, I drove you from MySpace entirely. Was I so callous? Did my words hurt you? Was it my glass eye and its inability to follow moving objects in the periphery? Tell me, lost friend. How doth I bring thee back?

The days only linger now, filled with expectancy. Filled with the grim task and emptiness of waiting. Waiting for endings. I can no longer endure. I must not.

And looking back on the past regrets of MyLife, I've realized that you were not the only friend I lost. You abandoned me. You meant to inflict pain. But was it divine retribution for all those other MySpace friends I forsook?

There was Marilyn. She was from Czchearcgaslz...I don't know what the place was called or how to pronounce its name. It was some Slovak country whose sibilant name defiles English ears and tongues. But that's where you were from. You were 25 and were having trouble finding the right guy. You thought I was cute and wanted to "hang out" with me. You didn't use your MySpace page very often (we had so much in common), but directed me instead to the amateur porn pay site of yours. And I denied your love. Perhaps I was too overcome with emotion.

Then there was Jessica. A pretty, young, blond thing from the beaches of Southern California. I thought you were just more pornographic spam and I denied you. Turns out, you were real and thought I was cool. I would only have let you down, ruined your self esteem and destroyed you in the end. Like all the others.

And I remember Vic. I thought you were a girl. Victoria, I believed. In reality you were a rough, gay ex-Marine who wanted me to do things my body was never meant to physically. You too, gentle Vic, were hastily denied by my cruel clicking of the mouse.

So many of you lost to me. So many regrets. But at least I will always have Tom. Dear, precious, omnipresent Tom. Friend to every MySpacer. Your kind face appears on every page, you who are so beloved by so many. You shall never betray or abandon me. Good night, Tom. The day grows dark.

Like Eliot's Prufrock, I find myself preparing to walk along the gloomy shores of distant beaches, my trousers rolled, my hair thin, my head grown old. Fearing even to eat a peach. Spying the mermaids singing to one another on the crests of far off waves. Knowing, always, that they will never sing to me.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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