In the beginning...

In the beginning...

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And the internet was void, and without form.

In the beginning, someone cre­ated a chat room to connect people with similar ideas and hobbies. But this was not enough. The Internet was dark and empty. So more con­nections were created.

And so it began. With a simple desire to bring people, employ­ees, and bored housewives closer together, social media was born into our world. Unknowingly, it was the beginning of the end.

I was in middle school when MySpace took over the world. Spare time moved into another realm. I would wait for the internet to dial up just to sit on the computer and talk to my friends about what had hap­pened in the fifteen minutes it took to get from school to home. But it was cool. And you could use smiley faces. And talk to boys without being embarrassed. And show people how hip you were by your profile song. I could have walked around with my pants on backwards, but if I had Green Day on my page, I was golden.

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Riding the MySpace wave, cell phones were next to roll up on shore. Once we got out of the rough phase of Nokia bricks the size of small babies, everyone had cool flip phones. Texting was like a virus. In a dark time, I sent more than 5,000 text messages in a month, some­thing made very clear I was not to do again by my father (the one who pays the bills).

And soon after, Skype, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest. Like Alexander the Great’s seven gen­erals scrambling for his empire, a new world-power entered our lives: You weren’t really dating until Face­book said you were. You could know everything about your ex-boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend’s family vacation to the Cayman Islands.

Literally every second of every day could be filled with different ways of socializing. I was talking with a friend of mine the other day and she was showing me her new favorite hobby on her phone. Somehow we got on the topic of taking ‘selfies.’ She proceeded to show me how the application involved taking pictures of oneself and sending it to some­one. They would receive the picture and be able to look at it for three seconds before the picture would disappear and you would not see the picture again.

She then continued to tell me that it was sometimes the only way to keep in touch with people. In fact, the only way that she communicated with one of our friends on the east coast was through this application. No words had actually been typed, spoken, or texted between them, only random obnoxious pictures of each other. face

We’ve come a long way in social media, to say the least. But who needs to say anything when a selfie says it all, right?

-Colleen Little

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