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People are such conundrums. I've actually done a fairly good job at figuring us out, on the whole. We're not so much a mystery to me as much we once might've been. But we are conundrums to ourselves. We are, without being. We're alive without living. We breathe but can't smell. We're sustainable, but insatiable. I guess that is the definition of the human condition.

I've gone through a lot of myself and understood it, but am unable to find my own contentment with the end results of my determination. The issue that is on my mind in particular has to do with a person's view of oneself and his/ her self-worth, insofar as it is defined on myspace.com. The lure of myspace is many-fold. It's a great way to procrastinate, an easy way to present yourself via catch phrases and visual stimuli, and to some, a HR pool to find your next ONS (One Night Stand, for you non-Dane-Cookers).

The second part is what interests me the most. Is that who you are? Your perception of yourself, or how you want others to perceive you? I wish I could say otherwise, but the latter seems to makes more sense. To me, it seems reasonable to assume that myspace has become a way to streamline your personal presentation to other people. The photo angles that are most becoming, the musical tastes that are the most unconventional or unique, the pictures and backgrounds that have been overused since the creation of the internet.

There are just so many people, that it doesn't even matter anymore how much of your life is a regurgitation or a repackaging of someone else's. It's a fruitless search for meaning and individuality. And yet... somehow, we all keep going on. What a conundrum. Logically, this whole... process makes no sense; but being human, I can't find any wrong in the way that it is.