The Death to My Tumblr (not that many of you will read this because I never did reach tumblr fame)
I joined the tumblr network about a year and a half to two years ago. It was shown to me by an ex-boyfriend, who was constantly telling me about all the things he “tumbled”, so out of my own human nature and curiosity I decided to create an account, and I instantly fell I love. Not with my ex-boyfriend, with tumblr of course. It was so “cool” so “hip” as if words couldn’t even describe it. It was not long before I became a total tumblr junky, constantly scrolling through my endless dashboard, in class, in bed, on my phone, tumblr had become my best friend. It had everything I ever wanted, humor, memories, happiness, and just the right amount of sadness. And as every other tumblr user I strived for that “tumblr fame”. I thought that as soon as I reached 100 followers my life would be complete. And one day I did, but I still wanted more! I asked my friends how many followers they had, and they’d say a little over 200, and I’d be green with jealousy. I didn’t know what made they’re blog better than mine or what made my blog of lesser value, after all they did reblog the same stuff as me. It wasn’t till recently that I began to realize that it was nothing, that this website had me going crazy. It had me looking at all these depressed people online wanting to kill themselves. It had me looking at all these beautiful models and actress’s I’d never look like. And it had me looking at all these gorgeous men I’d never have. Tumblr had created this fantasy world in my head, a world where everyone lived at peace all practicing the religion of tumblr. I’ve now realized that that is not a way of life. I’ve now realized that tumblr just made me sad and depressed reading about all these people that were sad and depressed. Tumblr made me feel less of myself just because I didn’t have all these followers or all these notes on my posts. As you may or may have not noticed, my posts on tumblr have drastically decreased, this is because I have found a sort of happiness and comfort in the real world out there, I have overcome my tumblr addiction and now see tumblr for what it truly is. It was just a way of putting myself down, a way of trying to fit in without having to put the effort in in the real world. Now if you stuck through this whole rant I applaud you, and now I encourage you to make an effort out there, go out in the real world, stop posting about it on here trying to get attention and some lousy pity from your followers and see how powerfull and how much control the internet can have over you. Now one more thing, I know this isn’t what tumblr was meant for, and there is still some kick ass blogs out there that aren’t like what I just talked about, and if you have one of those blogs, good for you, keep on blogging! But for me, this is the death of my tumblr…
