Do not go outside. It's raining bloggers out there. Gooey balls of confidence, almost an excessive dose of denatonium benzoate. They occassionally hug each other, a socially slimy and sticky bunch as they are.

But if in your boiling blood of youth enthusiasm you know you are destined to be the next budding social network superstar, then by all means go out and exhibit your inner spiritual pubic hair all the way beyond retardation. Be shameless. And be commercial.