I’m not the world’s biggest Tumblr expert, I frankly don’t even get the name.
What the hell is a tumblr? I know what tumblers are (yes, I can pick a lock), but, tumblr? I don’t know. I can’t say I care - but - I don’t know.
When I log in, I’m greeted with posts from this boy named Andrew (again - why - is beyond me) but I would assume when I signed up the site must’ve said “we’ll set you up to follow a random account” … that’s my best guess.
He posts pretty pictures, but lately, he’s been very political. And he so very much reminds me of another boy I knew (who, also went political (yeah, you, Chris)) … this Andrew kid (I can’t believe I’m old enough to call people `kid`), Tom … the universe is being very coy, but I’m certainly enjoying the show. And the associated memories.
I’ve gotten to know quite a lot about Andrew, (frankly, more than I’d ever have wanted to know, given the fact that I don’t even know why I know anything about him in the first place); he is me, except, about a decade younger. The talk does get political, and, well, again, he’s me (I don’t know, this must be coincidence, either that, or the people at Tumblr know way the hell too much, but, he’s also an American in Canada).
But now the discussion has turned towards candy. And this is true, Americans are deprived of Coffee Crisp and Smarties (they’re not sold in the US). One anonymous poster complained that there’s only one variety of Kit Kat (but there are two!) So, I replied, at least, I think I replied, I truly don’t know who’ll see it where it’s meant to be seen, but this was my reply:
Oh, and there’s a peanut-butter Kit Kat … so that’s two flavours for the anonymous fellow [I have no clue how this works of if they even see this].
I have no clue how anything works or if anybody sees me.
This isn’t about chocolate (or peanut butter). It’s the last line.
“I have no clue how anything works or if anybody sees me.”
That got me thinking, if somebody takes that the wrong way, that line can sound so forlorn and kind of sad. It is true, I don’t know the ins and outs of Tumblr, and, that reply I sent … I have no clue who’ll see it, if anybody, but, I also don’t care.
On average, I “blog” less than once per year. I’m a busy person, I don’t have the time, and, to be honest, the things I think, I pretty much like to keep to myself. Mail piles up by the hundreds (thousands, sometimes) because, while I’m perfectly capable of reading, I simply do not know how to write.
I write under a few pseudonyms, and am half decent at it, and I quite enjoy being able to let `those people` take the credit. I do like seeing neat things being written about `me`, but, I also like the security that exists between me and `those people` (the pseudonyms I write under).
But under my own name … I can’t even write an e-mail to family, I’m that inhibited.
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