Everybody’s entitled to a little existenstialrangle fangle bang.
[“New York, New York” by Mr.Sinatra is playing through the speakers in my room]
Girl walking past #1: I fucking hate these old bands.
Girl walking past #2: Me too. I mean they weren’t even around when New York was invented so what do they think they’re singing about?
I mean seriously? Am I the only one doing the whole Twitter and Tumblr thing correctly? I must be, because I don’t have nearly as many problems as most of the people here and there.
When I started Twitter I used it for myself. I actually used it as a mini blog and I made the occasional joke to amuse myself. Then the site started getting popular and I started going up in followers and followees. Occasionally I would chat with some people there, but mostly it was just me doing what I wanted while reading the funny things Warren Ellis and Wil Wheaton had to say.
After a while I actually did get to know some people on there and chatted with them regularly. And I still do. But I also branched out and found other ways I can talk to those people. Places that allow more than 140 characters. Be that email, Facebook, or the beauty of cellular telephones.
But one thing that I do that apparently is a foreign concept to everyone else is I am fickle as fuck when it comes to following and unfollowing. (And I fucking hate even typing those words, but here you go.) If I don’t like what I read/see, click, and that’s the end of it. If I see my follower count fluctuate, I don’t immediately wonder “OMG what did I do or say to offend someone?!” I think, well there goes a bot account getting shut down or looks like someone decided to move on. I’ll never meet these people, so I don’t really care. It was fun for a while, but life goes on. They’re just a combination of letters and the occasional image to me.
And Favstar? Fuck. I remember a time when I didn’t know it existed and it was great. I starred tweets often because I thought they were funny or wanted to read them and occasionally I would go through those starred posts and get a laugh or two. Then I found out about Favstar and figured that site is probably the motivation for most of the “jokes” people make. Yes, I went there occasionally out of curiosity to see just what kind of things, if any, people starred of mine. But never did I get upset it. Fuck, 3 years later and I think my highest number is 10 stars. I’m okay with this. To me it says, hey I was kind of funny once. But I’m not letting it go to my head nor am I beating myself up that people don’t think I’m hilarious on the Internet.
Plus, as soon as I saw a couple people beg for stars, I funfollowed them and haven’t starred anything since.
What people need to understand is that you are mostly in control of sites like these. You control what you see and the people you interact with. Never could I have imagined there’d be so much fucking drama every day. Anons…let’s rephrase that. People choosing to remain anonymous getting you down? Maybe turn it off. Complaining about people posting things you don’t want to see? Click. Unfollowed! Or scroll. Past it! Want to make a post about your real desire to make a post but afraid of losing followers? Deactivate your account.
And yes, I’ll say this: This doesn’t apply to a lot of the people I follow here. That is what confuses me the most. My…peers, shall I say? They will post the occasional rant about things bothering them in their lives. But that’s healthy and normal and Tumblr is a great place for that. But not once have I heard that they have to change their names or avis because of stalkers, or deactivating their accounts because blah is in love with blah, or worry about the unparalleled stress of unfollowing an follower counts.
Now let me point out the irony of writing a novella when my original point was supposed to be that these sites are just websites where people can attempt to make jokes and post pictures of cats and tits.
*goes on tumblr and complains that it’s not getting done*
I gave myself an easy enough New Year’s resolution, but I am just a lazy shit.