Web 2.0 at its best
One of the initial pillars of web 2.0 (back in the day when it was just a nice concept, not just RSS, gloss, rounded corners and obsessive traffic whores) was the focus on User Generated Content; anyone was to be free to express, speak, debate, write, read, create, share and invent- much like the European Renaissance, only wronger. Somehow in the ocean of thoughts there are still people that seem to take the concept of personal expression a little too seriously and I’m not talking about pre-adolescent emos, rock stars or Rosie O’Donnell, I’m talking about functional, regular, well-off, socially-able adults who seem to have reached the bottom of the sadness barrel and have been touched by this irresistible urge of sharing the sorrow with the World Wide Web.

Pickle has ended our relationship
Sure enough, the development of emotional corpus displayed by my subject tonight surpassed my most optimistic expectations of amusement. He is a 37 year old guy, apparently involved in a busy and somewhat rewarding professional life, with a slight … weakness in the social department and a great big emotional and needy heart revolving around this chick named - rather unsurprisingly - Pickle.
It all starts last year in May, when our guy here gets a nice birthday card from Pickle. Here’s the reaction he couldn’t help sharing with the entire world (as always, the quotes and spelling are entirely authentic and intact):
All I could do was to stare at this card and cry a bit. It is these small thinmgs that complete my life and now some of you might now know why I love this woman so much!!!
Not too bad so far, except from maybe the casual tears that remind me of Jack from LOST a little too much, but as things tend to head a little downhill between our poor soul and Pickle, it starts to look cheesy.
Guys there too on a whole are good looking. Most tanned and muscle ridden. They just seem to accent the women for some reason and I haven’t really figured out why.
This part comes after we find out he went to the beach (yes, breaking news, we really needed to know that too). He goes on by describing what else he likes about the beach: kids, sun, sand and then oh yes, the men. Reading throughout the whole blog I find out that he was married two times before but it didn’t work out. I think I can tell him from one quick glance that probably flashing memories of “muscle ridden” men? Anyways, as the story goes, Pickle dumps him and all hell breaks loose:
Well the unthinkable has happened. I am no longer with my pickle. She has some issues that need to resolved with herself and they don’t involve me. So I have been kicked to the curb if you will. I thought maybe I should write and let you all know what was going on with me. The crying is done and now I need to focus on packing and getting out of here. I want to thank all of you who have written so many things and keeping me entertained and enthralled with your lives. I hope to be able to come back and talk to you all soon.
Hang on pal, “the unthinkable”? Perhaps she kicked you out because you said something about her abs not being manly enough? Or maybe for choosing people’s lives on the sad blogs for entertainment? No, wait, I’m sure it was just that she “needs to resolved some issues”.
Well it has happened to me once again. Pickle has ended our relationship. I am, without better words, devastated. I will no longer be able to see her face and hear her giggle. Smell her skin or feel her hair. She was the air that I breathed and now it is gone. I still am in the dark as to exactly why she is gone but it is true. I am not looking for sympathy or anything like that. I just wanted everyone to know why I was not going to be around. I love this place and the people here but my pain is deep and will start to eat at me. I am not going to be a very nice person until I can get past this and that is going to take me a great amount of time. I gave her my entire heart and it is going to take time to find it again, and sometimes I think it might be a better idea to just leave it lost. Ok I am starting to ramble it is time to go.
Yes, friend, please do leave it lost. Okay, now that was the last of his entries. Now, some people may not find this funny, but the thing that a 37 year old guy feels like he should share in such a pussy-ass style his love and passion for Pickle (though being positively gay) on a very public forum is funny in itself. But for the ones of you that lack the sense of male decency and the emotional control, i just need to serve this coupe de grace. Here is a picture of the guy:

< She was the air that I breathed and now it is gone >