Well I live in the real world.

Followers aren’t friends.

This is nothing personal in the slightest, I don’t at all think this of myself nor am I addressing myself with any of these ideas. Look at it as… food for thought, if you will.

1. I don’t care about any of the things I claim encapsulate me, they’re simply there to act as a costume to disguise my otherwise boring, sad self.

2. Why bother with real people when you have digital ones?

3. It’s easy to impress girls when they don’t ever see your real-life counterpart.

4. What happens to all the tumblr addicts when tumblr is down for maintenance, do they go into mini-withdrawals? Or are they actually productive?

5. I will live and die as a no one because I was never able to do something as simple as formulate or act upon ideas of my own. My only hobby is regurgitation.

6. Hyperbole is the root of all… my stories.

7. I do not enjoy fun.

8. Narcissism.

9. Human interaction is overrated.

10. If a tree falls in the woods, and everyone is around to hear it, does anyone really give a fuck?

Just some little ideas.

Is literally hilarious.

I have never seen such a high concentration of pointless ass drivel. Tumblr culture is honestly retarded.

I attempted to make a tumblr that had a little tiny bit of meaning. One that would, at the very least, encourage even a smidgen of intelligent thought. But it was painfully obvious that it would be impossible, as all tumblr seems to be is a blogging site by which you can stroke your internet dick and blow the load on all your followers. All of whom don’t even know you, have never met you, will never meet you and probably wouldn’t be pleased with how poorly the real you measures up to the internet-you.

It’s very easy to make a false persona for yourself when the only interactions you need to make are through words and photos. It’s easy to make yourself interesting through the internet when your real life is as fucking lame and boring as it is. There is nothing interesting about posting what you’ve done today when all you’ve done today is exceptional amounts of nothing. And even if, by some chance, you do post something interesting there is a very good chance it has been drowned in hyperbole.

But, what especially amazes me is how all of tumblr is somehow entertained with this. Everyone posts what they’ve done this or that day, what they’ve done is never anything worthy of praise or recognition yet people eat this shit up. It’s hysterical how much time people waste on this site every day updating their shit upwards of 20 times in one day.

Here, I’ll try to offer some advice to kick this sad, sad addiction everyone seems to have for this site.

Go outside. Play with a dog. Shoot some basketball. Go have a catch. Do some sketches. Paint a picture. Go for a walk in the park. See a movie. Learn guitar. Play guitar. Write a short story. Play frisbee. Read a book. Etc. Etc.

All of the above are viable methods by which to kick your nasty tumblr addiction.

I hope this has helped you! Enjoy your day, and the days to come as you begin to get back into the swing of real life. Life without tumblr.

I’ve had just about enough of Tumblr, for reasons I won’t bother with.

It’s crazy, and kind of fucked up, that through the internet people can fabricate a persona for themselves without anyone knowing who they really are. There is a disconnect from the reality of someone over the internet. You may think someone is great when it comes to their life on the internet, but when it comes to real life they are atrocious, deplorable people.

You can say whatever the hell you want over the internet, even without any evidence of it being true, and still have people believe you. It can be a tool used to throw a veil over your head and create a new, more appealing you. One that has a multitude of friends and popularity. I feel like I’m one of the few people that doesn’t use it to this end. When did it become so hard to be yourself. Are people so displeased with themselves?

Anyway, whatever. I guess that’s why this is a random thought, cause it won’t matter what me or anyone else says it’s not going to stop such behavior.

It’s going to happen, I know it.