Lechugameister Used Razor Leaf!
 
 
Hi. You don't know me, but you were actually one of those first people I followed after I made my tumblr, and I was actually beginning to wonder where you'd gone. I really liked your more recent post, as parts of it are very relatable, but others are somewhere unclear, at least to me. What is it you finding unappealing about blogging (that is, if I understand you correctly)?

First off thanks for the follow and that neat intro, I was starting to feel famous there for a minute. I’m doing this all on mobile while trying to down all these buffalo wings, so I’ll try to breeze through this. I guess I could trace my recent disinterest in Tumblr just because for that every one post I seem to mildly like, there’s about 10 posts that I feel neutral to. That’s also partly my fault because obviously I’m not forced to follow anyone, but I think the blogging here is centered around those key points I brought up. When I was uploading pictures and other little things daily I did that to entertain. When I did that half of me was saying “I’m not the hero Tumblr deserves, but the one it needs”, because even back then I was still indifferent to what I found dull on Tumblr, but then I had this other half of me saying “Well, you’re getting follower after follower for posting what was once original content and you’re just using that for your own gain”, what happens when the next person does that and the next person does that?, then we got a Tumblr stocked to the brim with something you saw last week already, and that’s not exactly what I would want to see happen to Tumblr.

If anything, from now on I’ll probably just be saying what’s on my mind here as opposed to doing what I used to do, but I usually do that in my other social networking accounts or normal social interactions. I’ve never been that person who says something along the lines of, ” I’m on my Tumblr, now I can say things I wouldn’t say on my Facebook”, that whole concept seems a bit childish to me, but I could understand why some people like to have that feeling of a private life, especially for an introvert, but to a certain degree I find it, again, childish.

Alright, think I’ve said a mouthful because I finished the wings 10 minutes ago, thanks again for the reply.