You get all excited and you can’t wait to see who your new followers are or who shared or liked your stuff. Then you realise it’s just a stupid reminder notification reminding you to do a firmware update on your phone…
I think I have well and truly become social media’s bitch 😢
I’ve briefly talked about the Tumblr community in a previous post but until now I’ve never really understood how serious everyone is about fandoms. I’ve been a real wuss about it, politely posting things that won’t offend anyone and keeping to myself. This is not who I am yet somehow I feel compelled to fall in line like all the other nobody’s.
Large scale battles are going on every day on Tumblr. I don’t know if this relates only to Star Wars but there seems to be a serious dislike between those fans who support the “Reylo” pairing (Kylo Ren with Rey) and those who don’t (called “anti’s”).
Speculation from some of these Tumblr users goes as far as accusing one another of supporting abuse and incest. This is one time where I am happy to be a nobody.
I haven’t written poetry for a long time. While that may not seem like a good thing, my bouts of poetry writing would only occur when things in my life had taken a turn for the worst.
Poetry was my release. It was the light at the end of a dark and winding tunnel. I can’t remember when I first started regularly writing poetry. I think it may have been just after my father had passed away. The pain I felt seemed to engulf every essence of my being until all that remained was a twisted, empty shell. It was bad. I don’t know what would or could have happened if I wasn’t able to write. I feel blessed that I have a way of getting through the pain. Some people don’t have anything or anyone to turn to and I feel bad for them.
I think some of my best poetry is written from a dark place. But now that I feel a lot happier as a person, I can’t seem to channel the right energy to write. It’s as if the pain has an energy all of its own. I wrote my very first piece today. It came from a much lighter, happier place. It’s okay, I guess. I’m just happy to be a poet once more. I think of it as one of the greatest gifts I could ever give myself.