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Blogger, I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends.

I’m refocusing my Internet-based activities in a more direct, content-rich way. Chi Speak is all over the social media scene right now, dangling a bit in Digg‘s vastness with pinches of Pinterest and this set-up won’t work for the long-term. If you don’t believe me, ask my inbox; it gets clogged with password reset reminders all the time. My multiple e-mail accounts get tangled and I really hate signing in and out through another user any time I feel like dropping in for a quick chat.

We’re drifting apart, Blogger. I appreciate your streamlined sensibilities, but that last upgrade you pulled really threw me off. I don’t know you anymore; we don’t talk to each other for weeks, sometimes months at a time now. You dyed yourself orange and got really pale too, like you decided to hide away from the sun all winter. I’m all for design overhauls, but I used to read you easily. It’s not your fault that I spend the majority of my day staring at a computer screen and have weakened vision, but I am loath to mess with my Chrome browser view settings (shortcuts included) all the time in order to talk to you.

You also exclude yourself from our other friends, or your potential friends, rather. Twitter, Tumblr, Flickr, Facebook, Formspring, etc. know how to share and syndicate content across platforms, but your aloofness gets tiresome. Don’t try to bring Google+ into this, please. I like Google+ well enough, but you even hesitate to share there as well, which does not make sense since I’m with you through Chrome all the time. Aren’t you three inextricably linked? My computer software is up-to-date and I clear out the cache regularly.

AdSense has nothing to do with this either, Blogger. True, I never made a dime from advertising with you, but remember, I never was after your money. Our friendship was genuine and to hear you suggest otherwise stings in an insulting, deep way. I am not a gold digger and you know it.

Truly, the final straw was Picasa; you two are together all the time (which is fine, I want you to have friends other than me), but I upload files to write about later and you know what you do? You share it with Picasa. I could not even figure out how to delete an uploaded Google+ profile picture from Picasa easily without consulting Quora. Communicating between the three of us should be easy, but it’s not. Why so secretive? It’s creepy for you to hang on to mementos like that, Blogger.

You deserve a more attentive blogger, someone who will utilize those gadgets with passion and purpose. Someone who will forgive your quirks. I can’t give you that anymore. Things between me and WordPress are getting serious, and I really need to let go before you get the wrong idea.

Don’t worry, the old posts will get transferred out soon, Blogger. I’ll see you around.