An Open Letter To Digg


Dear Digg,

It’s been over a year since I last thought of you. This morning, I received an email from you asking if I remembered you. Yes, I remember you, but you’re not you anymore. You’ve changed. It’s hard not to fall into the nostalgia of the old days. I remember when you were instrumental in my life, you taught me so much, showed me things no one else had. I remember when you were part of my daily routine. So many hours procrastinated on you. Whether it be studying for exams or work projects, you were always there when I needed you. Digg, you always had what I was looking for. Whether I wanted to travel that day, talk politics, or just see something funny, you had it sorted out and ready. If I was having a bad day, I knew you where there to let me vent. I remember those days fondly … only if everything hadn’t changed.

It was a few years ago that you started to change. You were trying to grow with the times, but only if you knew, you were perfect the way you were. First you changed your look, then you started to change who you were. You started becoming a follower, and you wanted me to follow too. It was weird at first, but our connection was so strong, I tried to make it work. I started following things just like you wanted me to. You kept providing guidance to my life, told me what was cool, what was popular, and I always knew, I had a vote. You never forced me to do what I didn’t want to. You showed me things, new things, things other people liked, but you never forced me to like them. You gave me a choice. You let me pick and choose what I wanted everyday, whether I was in the mood for travel, music, or something offbeat. That’s what made me care so much. You listened to me. I could tell you what I liked and I could comment on why. I always knew where I stood with you. I always knew what was important and what wasn’t. I’m not sure if I can say that anymore.

You sold out (literally). The very essence of everything you stood for is barely visible anymore. I feel like I don’t even matter to you anymore. You just care about being pretty and trendy. Look at yourself – you look so pale; there’s no color in you anymore. Digg, don’t you remember me? Don’t you remember any of us? What happened to your roots? It really feels like it’s a lost cause. It’s like you don’t even care about us anymore. Now when I see you, I don’t even recognize you. You’re lost. You’re ashamed of who you are and where you came from. I can’t even give you my comments anymore, you stopped listening. And now when I’m in the mood for politics or to see something funny, I don’t even know where to start. You don’t even give me a choice anymore. It’s all or nothing with you. You lost all the facets that made you who you are. Now you’re so difficult to navigate. It’s like you sold your soul.

So Digg, to answer your question: I remember who you were, but I don’t know who you are. Our bond is one that I will always remember. I cared for you dearly and I miss you. But maybe it’s time to move on.

Sincerely yours,


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