Please Don't Think Any Less of Me

Because... I did it. I switched. You can't say that you didn't see this coming. What with your ugly looking dashboard and your hard-to-personalize blog pages, it's a wonder I didn't leave earlier. And do you see how you act around other people? You're so old and inaccessible that you drive all the readers away! That's right, I said it. You're too old. I guess that's not really your fault, but it's just as well. I picked Tumblr over you, if you wanted to know. I'll have my stuff moved out by the end of the week.

Totally kidding! But yeah. I do this every couple of months. Switch blogs, I mean. I'm sure this means I have commitment issues or something, but whatever. I'll deal with that later.

The real reason is that there'd be more people reading on tumblr. It sounds vain, and really show-offy, but isn't that the point of blogging? If I wanted to write stuff that wouldn't be read, I'd keep a journal. Plus, if only a couple people read, I would be getting only a fraction of the feedback I could get. I know that there's all kind of pressures that come up with writing for an audience, as in wanting to filter what ends up online and no longer being honest. But I'll try my hardest to write what I really think, and anyone who reads can help with that. If something I write seems fake, write hate comments! No, I insist.

So here it is. All of my readers(like, 3 or 4?) who are not already on tumblr are free to start reading over there. Not that you need my permission. It's a free internet. Except where you have to pay for Wi-Fi and stuff. But who does that anymore? Your neighbors leave their connection unprotected for a reason.

Kbye.

Blogspot is a dinosaur

But it just so happens that I love dinosaurs. So all you guys can watch your precious tumblrs, which I imagine look something like giant tumbleweeds(tumblweeds?) while I ride away on my Blogspot VELOCIRAPTOR. That's right, a frickin' velociraptor.

I don't know, I'm thinking of making one just to follow other people's tumblrs, and very sneakily transitioning away from said dinosaur. Having a velociraptor sounds cool at first, but they're just too high maintenance. You have no idea how much I spend a year on dinosaur makeup and Botox.

Currently, I have two folders in my bookmarks, one called "Tumblr [Church]" and one called "Tumblr [School]", and links to everyone's tumblrs inside. Whenever I wanna check 'em, I open all of them in a bunch of tabs. Then I check, one by one, to see if anyone posted anything new. Very tedious.

Actually I'm having doubts now. Making a tumblr will make me relevant. That's a little strange, even for me. Plus, it feels like I'm cheating on Blogspot, my first love. Sooner or later, she'll figure out, and I'll have blog drama on my hands. But then again, they are websites. And this isn't Gossip Girl.

Well, I'm guessing that what I do about this doesn't really matter to you, so I'll leave it at that. I don't think that many people still read at all, let alone read my blog. So, yeah. Just a heads up.

What do you think of my food metaphor?

I've been thinking: whenever we as humans are fed a particularly juicy piece of information steak, we immediately try washing it down with junk food and soda instead of really chewing that new information. What? The food metaphor doesn't work? Alright fine.

So I usually get my epiphany moments when reading, which I prefer, because anything substantial I learn I'm able to read and reread to my heart's content. Until it really sinks in, so I can be sure that I'll be a different person closing and putting down the book from when I first picked it up.

But I'm starting to think what I do after reading is just as important as what I do during. As in, do I let my thoughts wander freely without distraction, or do I click the TV on and flip through channels? I think good thoughts, the ones that really strike us and excite us, deserve to marinate a little. If you'd allow me a final stab at the food metaphor, I'd say that new information is raw food, and it's a bad idea to eat it without letting it cook for a good while. Otherwise, we can't digest and absorb nutrients from the food we just ate, and it just goes straight through us.

Diarrhea is what I'm trying to describe. Or maybe we'll just vomit information back out at other people, showing we didn't take the time to try and understand it, and are only trying to sound smart and impress people. Either way, the food's not doing what it's supposed to be doing, which is feeding us. I think a very real example of this is when I read blogs, because a lot of very good posts show up on my browser window. But before I'm able to generate a single thought from it, I'm already back on Facebook. Effectively poking a small hole in my skull, and letting my rotting brain matter leak all over my keyboard. Facebook does that to you.

I can think of another example, but not everyone will be able to relate I guess. Because at church, I have to confess, I don't remember what my pastor talked about last Sunday or Friday. Remembering specifics is hardly the point, but I have a feeling nothing that was said left any lasting impression on me. I mean, why go to class if the student isn't learning anything? I'm thinking that maybe the conversations in the hallways after the message(almost never about what was just preached) have something to do about it. Not a judgment, hopefully, but a wake-up reminder. If we don't talk about what was talked about, or acknowledge that the service ever happened, it will be as if it hadn't. Then we're wasting a lot of our weekend, aren't we?

This post will end very abruptly. I've got nothing left to say. I hope you understand.