I finally did it. I held on for far too long for no good reason, and now it's over. I closed my myspace account.

In case you don't know about myspace, it was the first big trendy Internet social network where people would put up profiles and picture of themselves and see how many "friends" they could get. You write them, give them updates and keep yourself feeling important in these uncertain times.

I am not very good with the social network. I got on myspace because I was in a rock band. All my other bandmates were on it. You could tell people when our gigs were. Basically every musician, comedian, actor, socialite and child had a myspace page. I really put in the effort for about a year: listing when my band would have gigs, posting pictures of me with my bass, even posting my columns on their blog page. I was quite social with my networking.

One rule kept me from really embracing the myspace world: I would never seek out other people to be my friend. They had to find me and ask to be my friend. I really don't surf the Internet, and I really never explored myspace. I didn't care about other people or their profiles. Half of them were scams for porn sites anyway. I didn't try to hook up with people on the computer because it just seemed weird. I have never really embraced the new technology.

As a result, I never had 100 "friends" on myspace. The count maxed out at around 95. This is a little rare. Most people had hundreds of "friends." Then, my band broke up. I knocked up my girlfriend. Myspace became even less important. I stopped going to the site as often. Sometimes, I went a month without even checking to see if I had "New Friend Requests," "Friend's Birthdays," "Notes From Friends," or "Event Invitations." I didn't care.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one. Of my friends, many of them were theatre folks. I got the page for rock n' roll and I ended up with theatre "friends." Occasionally, I would congratulate a fellow actor on a good performance in a show. Many months later long after the show was over, I would get a response and apology because they didn't check their myspace much anymore. Just like me. It was like an Internet ghost town.

On Monday, I cancelled my account. Pretty much two years to the day after my band played its last gig. Doing myspace probably got us 0-3 fans a gig. I doubt most of my 92 "friends" have even noticed my absence. I've felt no change to my life, except I have one less thing to ignore on the Internet.

Of course, there is Facebook these days. This is pretty much the new & improved myspace, but I won't be joining. I won't be social networking. Come to think of it, this column is about all I do to express myself on the Internet anymore. We started these columns in 1996 as some boon of free speech, and now, I doubt 95 "friends" read this with any interest. It's just another blog in a blogged-filled Internet world.

It's time to admit that I'm a Luddite. I don't embrace the new technology. I'm not fascinated by the numerous ways to contact people and stay in touch.

Cell phone? Nope. Twitter? Uh uh. GPS for my cab? Try a map. Video games and home karaoke? Please and no thank you. Camcorders and home videos? I'm not really voyeuristic or nostalgic. I'm sure there are a ton of amazing gadgets that make our lives seem important and more involved, but for some reason, I don't care. It doesn't impress me. It only confuses me. I see far too many people connected to their machines instead of realizing where they really are. More power to them, I'm staring straight ahead.

So that's my myspace story. My social networking has come to a halt. No one to chat with, no connections, no hook ups. I can do all of my daily computer duties in less than ten minutes, if I bother to turn the machine on at all. It's quiet. It's really quiet. That's kind of nice.

Chris Jungle has lost touch with just about everyone.