A Short Take on Writing

I joined Tumblr with the original intent on making it a personal blog and now it seems that ALL I do is reblog other content. In a way though, my reblogs are a way of sharing what I think is beautiful, inspiring, funny, and sometimes just downright fucking sexy. These reblogs ARE me. Images portray a thousands of of different meanings. These images, songs, and videos all resemble a part of me that isn’t so unlike me. It is contorted, confused, and chaotic. I’m a self proclaimed writer but I don’t write much. I honestly just have a love for writing. I’m intimidated by putting my thoughts to the written/typed word because it is chaotic. Maybe a part of me doesn’t want to portray how lost I feel- to the world so I show tid bits and glimpses of it via tumblr.

Albeit I do admit I admire blogs that do post personal things. It gives me some distorted sense of virtual intimacy with a random person online. To know deep personal problems and the little things that make people tick, these are the things that actually make me feel less alone in the world. I’m a single child, and life without brothers or sisters is a life quite lonely. Sure it has it’s perks. I’m spoiled but I don’t flaunt it. At least I don’t think I do. I do my best to be humble with everything in my life (except video games. I’ll fucking own your shit). Yeah friends are there too, but you can’t simply just MAKE a new brother or sister. Cousins are nice too but I feel like it’s nothing compared to a fraternal/sororal bond. But getting back on topic, feeling some sort of connection with a complete stranger out there is something in and of itself.

I believe that’s why I love the printed word so much. If it went through enough effort to be printed, it means that someone somewhere thought long and hard about which word to put down and which word to put out. It’s an art. Seeing which words flow seamlessly with each other whilst still having the ability to convey subtle hidden messages. I want to be able to reach out to all the introverts out there who go into hermit mode because the things in their everyday life can turn to shit. I want to touch them with words to let them know that there are others out there who know and share their struggle. I’m not talking about self help books or anything like that, moreso I want to provide an escape.

I want to to help people of all ages escape into a world of magical nonsense where dragons breath lightning and frost, where the boy gets the girl/ girl gets the boy. I want to bring them into my world of fiction where I am God. I decide who lives and who dies. If I’m going to entertain people with my writing, why not have fun while I’m at it? Yeah yeah I know, I get shit for comparing myself to God but you see…that’s precisely why I write. I’m free to write about whatever the hell I want and if you don’t like it, that’s your problem- Not mine. I HAVE to be pretentious. It’s not an option in this profession, if you can even call it that.