Dear Tumblr: Guess Who’s Bizzack?
Aight, so yea, I’m back. For my return, a letter to tumblr both apologizing and explaining why I disappeared. You and I had a nice love affair for a while there tumblr. You were a place of refuge for me. This past summer ended up bringing about a lot of unexpected turbulence in my life that consequently changed my life course. No exaggeration there either, I would dive into more detail but I’m not THAT reckless about what I publish on these here interwebs, siempre hay ojos mirando (there’s always eyes watching for my non Spanish speakers).
With that said, tumblr was a social network, that I kind of ended up using as a journal of sorts. Although some people I know have a tumblr account, they either 1. Don’t ever go on it or 2. Have no idea that my account exists. Let me quote myself here to really get this point across “This past summer ended up bringing about a lot of unexpected turbulence in my life that consequently changed my life course.” No fucking bullshit homies. When you go through something like that, there is SO much on your mind, SO much you want to let out and vent, but yet SO much that you don’t want to deal with anyone or any of their damn opinions and views. I never came on here and bitched about my situation, but instead tumblr was really a creative outlet. A place where I could write things knowing I didn’t have to worry about being judged or watched mainly because of the disconnect that not many people in my “circles” would ever see it and knowing if they did, well, I wouldn’t give a flying floating fuck. Nah mean?
I wrote about my random thoughts, I wrote a letter to myself, I wrote about a vivid dream I had, I just wrote and it felt good.
Besides writing, tumblr would get me lost in the countless re-blogged photos you could scroll through, the hilarious .gif images, the hot girl accounts and everything else. And well, I’m back now, because I kinda missed that shit. Although I’m not one that’s big into the zodiac isht, one thing I’ve always found that rang true about me as it pertained to my sign, was that Pisces were creative beings and spirits who are big dreamers, almost to a fault at times. Working a Monday-Friday job and spending my weekends intoxicated and not giving a shit about doing anything have kind of made me lose sight of how important it is for me to create. I’ve always liked to sketch and started randomly writing poetry and other short things in the 7th grade and no matter what it always madero feel good to create something. Completely make something solely by what’s in my head and nothing else.
But, I’m kind of ranting now so lemme chill. But I’m bizzack and expect some more writing from me. Until then, stay thirsty my friends