First thought that comes to mind: Does anyone actually use MySpace any more?

I’m sure someone does, but that’s not even remotely where this set of pictures is going. Social media? Sure, it’s great, but where do you go when you need time to yourself? Where is that place where you can actually get away from the stalkers and judgmental (okay, sometimes just mental) attitudes of online “friends” who don’t actually have a clue who you really are? Where is that place you own, if not physically, at least emotionally, where you feel safe and can be naked and just think?

The more we make our lives public, and it seems that almost every aspect of our existence is subject to some form of digital observation, the more we need at least one place to which we can escape, be quiet, and actually, dare I say it, be alone for a few minutes. Whether its a bed room, as in this set, or a car, or a hidden garden, the need to have some space that is private and not subject to public opinion is critical to one’s emotional and mental health. There’s a limit to how many times we can have someone make fun of our status, or question our activities, or say to a mutual acquaintance, “Can you believe they actually posted that picture where everyone could see it?”

Okay, so online social networking is a fact of life for most people. We get that. If one isn’t online in some form or fashion, then one simply has no life and is out of touch with the rest of the planet. For all the ridicule we might want to hurl toward Facebook and Twitter, the fact remains we aren’t sure how we ever got along without them and don’t know what we’d do if they were to go away.

Still, we cherish the time when we don’t have to share with anyone what we’re doing, or thinking, or wearing. This is the time for My [personal] Space. Embrace it.