I just deleted my Yahoo! account. My mom received an e-mail she suspected as spam coming from my Yahoo! address, and upon getting word of this, I immediately set to delete it. It only made sense since I never use it anyway. I must have created it the same year as my livejournal (2004) because my first message received was from that year too. I dug through my sent folder since my inbox was brimming with weekly digests from various non-profits, shopping blogs, and general news sources. I excavated the remains of my teenage life, which in retrospect was more typical than any teenager would have thought growing up. You know how that goes.
Deleting my Yahoo! account also included the deletion of my flickr account, something else I never use. There were pictures of Rogue Wave performing at Amoeba Records, pictures uploaded from my cell phone of my grandfather's funeral, pictures of a grammar school Thanksgiving, pictures of a Euro-trip, pictures of last year's stint in the Philippines. All told, they amounted to five flickr pages, not much, and I bet they still exist somewhere in the microscopic annals of some long forgotten data device. Regardless, I am happy to let go of these memories, effectively speaking. This feeling of finality does not occur very often for me, but on this occasion, it feels good to know that I can get past the immobility of sentimentality and move on with a clearer more spam-free life.
