i'm getting sick of my other blog site, tumblr. which is why i guess i'm typing here. i used to be the kind of person who wanted followers, who cared about delivering things my followers would like. but then i realised that i was being superficial and i wasn't doing, writing, posting things that i wanted to post. i became a slave to the race for popularity, for digital affirmation; by doing so, i plagiarised the works of others and robbed myself of not caring about what i wanted to post. i became a mirror of what is experienced in contemporary society. how we'll try and we'll change to be noticed. only to find ourselves in an eighties teen flick where the protagonist realises she/he just needs to be herself.
and it's not just something i've noticed about myself. but its something i've noticed with the blogs that i follow and stalk. i've picked up on how their blogs used to contain things about their lives, their struggles, their stories and their own work. things that i want to read, but things that we think others don't care about. i've got friends masquerading themselves with "hipster" images and photographs they don't have the creativity and/or determination to create themselves. and there's nothing wrong with that. however, i can't help but think, "is this really them?" "are they faking out just to gain more followers?".
now you see, i would've and should've posted this on my other blog. alas, i don't have the balls to. "what if they get offended?" "what if they think its directly about them?". oh anonymity. why did you have to turn into a troll? it was a lot easier when tumblr wasn't tainted.
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