I’m remembering why I left tumblr all those years ago. 1) over indulgence in escapism only helps my mental health so much 2) consistent think pieces complaining about the tumblr community when I don’t even have enough mutuals to a. Stir up beef or mixed feelings or b. Observe beef or mixed feelings . Not blaming those posting the think pieces, but it’s always a reminder that social media only does so much for me bc there’s still *people behind the screens bringing their online weirdness, drama, and controversial/problematic ideologies to what’s supposed to be a place to escape. We can truly never have anything good.
Which is why I don’t engage a lot w my mutuals! It makes me scared. I like to silently exist much like in real life bc I also know these connections ARENT that- “real life.” Escapism is both my sedative and used as a luxury. Makes my relationship with media such as tumblr very fragile and inconsistent.
figuring out a world to immerse in, is sometimes better than doom scrolling pedro pascal pics, baking, miniature models, the frog and toad account, and lana del rey memes on my spam instagram. But on the other side my spam Instagram account never have think pieces- it’s just memes, photos, funny comments, and good vibes. (No stories- hence doom scroll which cycles back to going to tumblr so I feel like I’m actually getting something from chronically escaping through this cellular device).
ANYWAY IM RAMBLING. Maybe some of my (few and barren amount of) mutuals can relate, idk 🤷🏽♀️. Maybe consider this an effort of me actually digging my toes back into the tumblr sand of talking to others?? Anyway love you all not FOR REAL but real enough bc tumblr still is a special place that I hold in my heart