Remember Tom from MySpace? Yeah, that eternally friendly face, grinning from the depths of cyberspace like a digital Cheshire Cat, never changing, always welcoming. That buddy who was always there for you when nobody else was? Well, Tom’s back, baby, and he’s wondering where the heck you’ve been!
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? Back in the good ol’ days when skinny jeans were a thing, you’d spend your afternoons carefully crafting your MySpace Top 8. Ah, the agonizing decisions of who to include! But no matter how much drama was going on in your teenage life, Tom was always there, lurking at number one, smiling that same weirdly comforting smile. Was it creepy? Maybe a tad, but who cares?
Now, let’s fast-forward to today’s social media landscape. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter – all these platforms that have made connecting easier but friendships faker. Where’s the love, man? Where’s the Tom of Facebook? Yeah, he doesn’t exist. Mark Zuckerberg? Pfft, more like Mark “I’ll-sell-your-data-for-a-nickel” Zuckerberg, am I right?
But Tom, dear Tom, he never asked for much. Just a small space on your profile. He wasn’t selling your secrets to the highest bidder or putting ads in your dreams. He was just chillin’, being your friend, probably listening to some emo band that only 2007 kids will remember.
Why did we abandon Tom? Was his smile too consistent? His friendship too reliable? Or did we just get lured away by the glitz and glam of newer platforms, leaving our steadfast buddy in the dust of the digital revolution?
Let’s face it, we all miss Tom in some twisted, nostalgic way. He was the friend who never judged, never argued, and never posted annoying cat videos (though, let’s be real, we secretly love those). He was the Gandalf of the Internet, guiding us through the treacherous landscape of teenage angst and early social media.
So here’s to Tom, the first friend many of us ever had online. The one who never unfriended us, no matter how cringe-worthy our emo lyrics status updates were. The one who’s still out there, somewhere, waiting for us to log back in and say hi. Do you miss him? Of course you do, don’t lie. And if you ever meet him in a bar, you better buy him a beer because that’s what friends do.
Tom from MySpace was more than a friend; he was a legend. An icon. A reminder of simpler times when friendship meant something more than a click on a screen. So next time you mindlessly scroll through your endless feed of fake smiles and filtered photos, remember: Tom is still waiting for you. And unlike your hundreds of Facebook “friends,” he actually cares.
We hardly knew you, Tom, but we miss you, buddy. Your unwavering smile is a beacon of hope in this cold, digital world. Stay golden, Tom. Stay golden.
