I had a nice little trip down memory lane with Rosemary during a conversation we recently had about our old blogs. Back in the day, which was someday back in 2005, my crush (Rosemary, for clarity) introduced me to Xanga. I took to it rather quickly and used it mostly as a precursor to Twitter. The community grew quickly and it was filled with teen angst and drama. It was a fun time to be on the internet. When my crush had the time to comment on one of my blogs, I swooned immediately and lived for the little roller-coaster rush I would feel as I read through the comment time and time again.
At one point, Xanga had a tracking system that could tell you who was viewing your posts. I was completely oblivious of this until my face turned red when Rosemary told me about it. I must have looked like a complete stalker as I would spend hours reading over all of her blog posts just trying to dive into her mind and find out all about her.
I think that what made Xanga fun for us is that it was the perfect place to write about things on nights when you couldn’t go hang out, or if you were too angry to go out and wanted to write a very generic, passive-aggressive post to get your feelings out there about a certain someone.