So, here’s the thing. Some of you may have or may have not noticed that I’ve been a little more slack on my tumblr postings lately. When I scroll through the most recent pages I’ve personally noticed that all I seem to post on my tumblr is my instagram photos. That is simply because I have my instagram linked to my tumblr. There are not many text posts, not may reblogs, and I’ve definitely become less and less active in this “tumblr life”. I have, and for good reason. I am now 23 years old (mind you this is not at all a put down on anyone around or over the age of 23 who frequently use tumblr) and I feel as if I’ve almost out grown it. Maybe because my life has simply become too busy to focus on having a “pretty tumblr”. I cannot remember the last time I have sat down and wrote out a lengthy life update/rant/gushed out all my feelings about this person and that person and what the meaning of life is. Because I just don’t feel that it is necessary in my life. I still write, and I still write a lot, and I want to start/have been starting to write more and more. But those writings have been done in a word document and now I have a pretty little Kate Spade journal to put them into. I realized (with the help of a friend) that my thoughts should be kept personal, and not the whole world needs to know how I’m feeling/or what I’m doing/what I’m planning/what I want to say to someone.
The point I am trying to make here is that I simply have minimal use for tumblr anymore. While I’ve thought long and hard about just outright deleting it I’ve decided against that, because I still like to scroll through my dashboard and find pretty things. However, I have decided that my tumblr will become less of a personal thing for me and more of just a place where you can find nice pictures or quotes that I’d like to share. Stepping back from the world of online rants and feelings sharing, and now I’ll keep those to the imagination. We had a good run tumblr, see you on the other side.
Today we were on the subway headed into Manhattan, and an adorable busker began singing and playing on the moving train. Normal in the stations, but (I’m assuming, as a non New Yorker) not as common in the actual subway car. He was wonderful, great voice, exceptional talent. However, after he finished a song another gentleman on the street car complained loudly about how he wasn’t pleased about the music and left. The hurt on the buskers face was horrible. He immediately turned his smile into a frown, and walked around with his head hanging. We got off the subway and so did he. He sat down on the ground and hung his head in his hands and kept repeating “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me”. The gems of friends that I were with went over and we began talking to the guy. Turns out his girlfriend had just broken up with him, and he had no place to call home anymore. Had to have been one of the most heartbreaking things to hear and see. The poor guy was absolutely in tears, just trying to get by using his talents and sharing with the world and one single person with a rude comment had to ruin everything. We did our best to offer him some kind words and assure him that life would get better. When we left him he seemed to be in a better mood.
I guess the point of my story is be careful what you say and who you’re directing it to. Everyone is fighting their own battle, and it’s a rough one.