A New Start
I’ve had tumblr for a while now and I’ve never really used it. I’ve posted a few things on it when I first created the account and as the months passed I stopped using it in general.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I have some amazing social life that keeps me from blogging every day or making dumb pictures and posting it on my tumblr account. It’s just that I’ve never really seen the point in blogging. Let’s face it, my viewership is about 0 right now and it always has been. People nowadays don’t read blogs; their attention span just doesn’t allow it.
But recently I decided that it might be a good thing for me to start blogging or whatever. I could vent about whatever’s on my mind all the while knowing that no one’s ever going to care. It’ll be like my personal journal.
Never mind, I’m still bored.
Just moments ago I asked my friend, Larissa (as mentioned in my previous post), what I should blog about. I was still pretty bored and I wasn’t at all tired. The conversation between us went as follows:
“Actually. I’m still bored. What should I write about?”
”Idiots. People. People are all cruel. And insensitive bastards.” By that point I gathered that she was still upset over the whole Daniel situation.
“Oh. Okay,” I responded indifferently.
“Fuck people,” she said in what I imagine to be a bitter tone of voice (we were chatting on msn at the time so there’s no way to be sure). “I love animals,” she went on. “That’s why I love animals. Animals don’t reject you if you. If you hurt them, they forgive you. I ought to live in the jungle or something with the amazing animals. And we cruel humans eat animals. Those amazing creatures with hearts bigger than our own. Even if they don’t have the capacity. Our hearts are filled with hate. Theirs are pure love.”
I could picture veins bulging from her neck and her eyes popping out of her face. It was scary, but that didn’t stop me from (maybe executing the attempt of) comforting her.
For moments we sat in silence. I wasn’t sure of what to say. I wasn’t sure if I should have agreed or disagreed with her. I really didn’t believe animals were all that great. In fact, I couldn’t care less for animals. I was known for my apathy towards people, and I was sure that it was obvious how apathetic I must be towards animals.
I said nothing and didn’t do so for several minutes. Eventually she left.
“Whew!” I sighed to myself, relieved. That was one confrontation that I successfully avoided, and I was sure if I tried hard enough the subject matter would not come up again.
It’s 2 AM and I’m on tumblr.
This March break has been messing up my sleep schedule. I’m not even tired and it’s 2:10 AM. With only 2 more days of my break, I’m hoping that I can fix my sleeping pattern so that I can function by the time Monday rolls around.
This isn’t going to be a long blog, I hope. I mean, I don’t really have much to say. My friend Larissa just made me read her entire post which was a few paragraphs long. She’s having some trouble coping with the fact that one of our friends, Daniel, is no longer her friend. It’s a long story - one not worth getting into. If you want to know more, I guess you can take a look at her blog. I’m following her.
Honestly, I skimmed a lot of it. It’s late at night (early in the morning) and I’m in no place to read and comprehend anything thrown my way. But from what I’ve read, it’s mostly bitching that I’ve heard before.
Anyway, I’m bored of this and I’m going to go browse the Internet. Maybe go to 4Chan. Although that’s unlikely because that site scares me. But, in every person’s life, they must man up and visit 4Chan at least once. So tonight I will brace myself and face my fears, and I will become a man.
Tl;dr
Who even reads anything anymore? I know that when I’m web-surfing and I come upon something that’s more than a paragraph long, I am not likely to bother reading that amount of text. After a while it just becomes a jumble of words that should make sense but doesn’t. Internet addicts are the dyslexics of the 2000’s.
