You know, I'd forgotten that a colleague convinced me to sign up on MySpace way back before it was famous.
I never did anything apart from download his band's music from their page and I wasn't all that enamoured with the site... then, over the following years, it achieved infamy and I generally thought, "yeah, I've yet to hear anything good about it, apart from Michael's declaration that I should sign up." The only other praise for it I ever heard was "it rulz yoo man" or other pure-opinion drivel.
When Facebook was introducing features that didn't impress me, I was interested to find a group entitled "A plea to Facebook: Don't become MySpace," which was a direct response to those changes.
So, understandably, my account went unused for literally years. Like, most of the site's lifetime so far.
This morning or overnight (can't remember/don't care) I received an e-mail from them, informing me that I had a friend request. Didn't recognise the name, but the memory of my account came flooding back.
After recovering my password (wow, I used the gate system designation for Earth, never used that anywhere else) I responded to the RFR (I probably could have been nicer) and dug up the link to close the account. They presented me with a brief list of options for why I'm closing the account and, when I clicked "bored with it" or "some other reason," a pop-up box materialised, informing me of the best ways to use social networking sites.
So, once I settled on "bored with it" and clicked the Cancel Account button, I was taken to another page that had some other dren at the top about ways to use the site or something and a text box to type in some comments about why I was leaving.
I was extremely concise and candid in that. Then I clicked the Cancel Account button. The next page informed me that I would shortly receive an e-mail detailing the next step for cancelling the account. By this point, I was somewhat bored with the cancellation process.
The e-mail was waiting for me when I switched back to that tab. The next step was to click the "I want to cancel my account" link in the e-mail, which I suppose serves as verification that it is, in fact, me. You'd expect, at long last, that would be it, right?
Next is a final declaration that account cancellation is permanent and that, if I've changed my mind, I can simply close the page. So, with ever-waning hope, I click the familiar "Cancel account" button.
I am then politely informed that my account has been queued for deletion and will be sorted within 48 hours.
What takes so long about all that?! Dear God. It's as if they'd rather bore me to death than delete my account... not that that surprises me, since one of the many nicknames I've heard for the site is "Suicide Central."