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There was indeed a time before emoticons and text messages, tweets and facebook status updates.  In this time I was well aware that the girls around me were passing notes and the fellas were talking shit about me behind my back.  And perhaps it’s the state of the world speaking or just my own acceptance of the way everything has changed, but it’s all got me asking about the secrets that we’ve kept and the openness of absolutely everything.

So, gone are the days of me trying to hide my coded sexuality in journals and mix tapes.  Gone are the characterures of dreams on paper, and long glares out my window in the middle of summer, just hoping… for something to happen.

Everything has become available and easy, sex, work, and booze have all become efficient means to an end.

So what does this say about our secrets?  What does this say about our creativity?

It all has me wondering if we are indeed less creative if we have nothing in safe keeping.  When nothing is held safe and secret is it possible that there is nothing worth saying?…  What is the point in speaking figuratively in metaphors if your audience is aware of exactly what you speak?

So is it time to close down this mouth of mine?  Is it time to put my fingers in prison, and coax them back into their hammocks for the summer?

Up and down, I’ll rub these overworked didgets and put them to bed for the night.   I’ll find those long lost glands in my neck and above my eyes.

I’ll sit here silently, and attempt for a change, to not think myself into…

What do you get when you put two men who lack communication skills in a long-distance relationship?

You get a relationship consisting of beating around the bush and walking on eggshells.

You get a relationship as cliché as it is amazing, and as confusing as it is inspiring.

And to add to the whole situation, you get a dilemma as unique to our generation as collectable vinyl toys, skinny jeans, and global warming. Our generation is now faced, with the Facebook-breakup.

So, to start I must impart a piece of wisdom to all the users of the interweb. Do not, no matter how secure or wonderful a relationship may seem or truly be, think for two seconds that sharing this information to all of your friends on the web is a good idea.

Relationships are sacred. And, I suppose, you could say the same thing about a person’s middle name, their birth date, or their sexuality. But who ever thought about programming the relationship status into Facebook had deep, dark ulterior motivations

Breakups are horrible. As wonderful and amazing as I may feel it is to “still be friends” with an ex, what did I assume to be getting myself into when I defined me and my partner as being in a relationship in the first place? Sure, you get lost in it all; complete and total infatuation. And, it feels good to broadcast these emotions across that world. And, it was nice to rub my new-found love in the faces of those who never wanted to see me happy again. Although, what prey tell do I have my enemies as so-called friends on Facebook any way? My cyber-sins run deeper than first meets the eye, but the last laugh was definitely at my expense.

So, what do you get when you end a long-distance relationship with someone who is as deluded and naive as yourself? You get to sit down and write an email to them, explaining that the Facebook form of their that relationship, that they have been so proudly broadcasting across the web is ending as painfully as the flesh form of the same relationship did.

So, I’ve come to realize over the years as the internet has taken more precedence in our lives, that there is something beautiful in sharing ourselves across the world. The possibility to share our talents, and meet amazing people that we never would have is a gift. But, in all these beautiful freedoms there is also the possibility for sexual atrocities and corruption, false information, and this.

So thank you and fuck you Facebook. As your popularity begins to decline across the world, maybe some of us would like a way of telling all our friends and family that we are ending our relationship with you too.

Trevor Ellestad and Facebook have ended their relationship.

Only, I’m just not ready for that yet… I’m still much too smitten.