the internet's communication world

I was always interested on how social networking websites worked ever since they started to spring up. The first site I heard of was Myspace. One day, after months of hearing all the good things about this website, I decided to create an account. It was easy. The only thing I did not like was the captia. From what I know, this is an image with letters and or numbers. One of my brothers had to help me out. It would have been nice of this site if they could be like blogspot, which is a website where you can create your blog. For example, when you want to post a comment on someone’s blog, you have to type the characters that appear in the image. However, for blind users, there is a link that says listen to the characters. I think that Myspace was not created for all of us. To me, this is another form of segregation. I know that the captia is a way to prevent automated accounts to be created and therefore, preventing people from getting unwanted things. In other words, by using this system, harm could be avoided. Anyway, I gave Myspace a try. When my account was created, the first thing I did was to email everyone I knew to tell them I had a Myspace account. I thought that creating this account would enable me to reach out to people and help them. I had four friends. I met two of them in college, and another friend was my band’s page. You see, I am a singer. The other friend was someone by the name of Tom. I did not know who this guy was. I posted something that I thought was interesting. Nothing happened. I commented on two of my friend's page, but I did not get a reply. I tried emailing these people, but I had no luck. One of my friends set her page to private, so the next time that I wanted to take a look at it I was not able to do it. I started to get frustrated. Not only because people did not want to speak to me, but because every time I would go into a page, I would hear music. I tried to find a way for it not to do this, but it did not work. I was done with Myspace after I heard that it would cause computers to malfunction. I asked one of my friends if there was a way that she could close my account, and she said yes.
Then, I tried blogging. It was much better. I am able to reach more people who are in different stages in their lives. I am able to comment on other people’s blogs, and I know when someone has left me a comment on mine.
Skype, Facebook, and Youtube, have also been of great help. I could post videos on my blog, send my blog address to the new people I meet in Skype, and I use Facebook to make all these come together. In other words, Facebook is the place where people could find me. However, I am about to take my Facebook page down because I am developing my website.
This will be a space where every person will have an opportunity to know me. This will be a place where everyone will be able to come together. After hearing politicians only talk about the rich and middle class people, after seeing websites inaccessible to the disabled, and after hearing so much about why the disabled community can’t do this or that, I have become tired. My dream has always been to live in a world where everyone helps one another. A world where the internet is accessible to all. What is this called? Am I too idealistic? Do I strive for perfection? The answer is yes.
This world is not going to be a perfect world. I know that. What I want to do is to teach people how to see life from a different prospective. Thru my writings, I want to see what people would do if they were poor, and disabled.
My website will be like the world I dream about. It will have things in brail, described videos, a blog, resources to help those who are in need, a radio show, Pictures with text, and so much more. I strongly believe that this could be done, and it will be done.
If I want to make a change, I need to start by making the changes in my work. Hopefully, others will learn, and they will change things for the benefit of all. At first, the change will happen in the internet world. Soon after, that change will be happening all around us