i dont even get how I can get such severe second-hand embarrassment sometimes. I just think to myself, ‘no, oh no, OH NO’ and kind of cover my face while still watching/reading/whatever feeling all of the embarrassment they obviously are not. SOME PEOPLE HAVE CONFIDENCE MADE OUT OF GOLD.
…that awkward moment when your computer starts playing music and you don’t know which tab it’s coming from…
He got up on my lap and pushed the laptop away as he laid down….he doesn’t like when I don’t give him attention aha
tomorrow is august
Rest of tumblr:
This is too sweet not to reblog.
This made me smile so big.. you have no idea.
I really needed a hug ; v ;
I should know better by now, honestly I should.
I see all these phrases on the internet I don’t understand… So I look them up. And I am horrified that people actually pull this bullshit.
I learned about kinkshaming tonight… And I was shocked at how many people bitch for the pros and cons.
And yes, I can understand both sides, and I agree with both up to a certain extent.
Do I really in such a protective bubble that I can barely comprehend how some of these people act? Or am I just used to people in the real world being polite enough to keep their fucking mouths shut?
I’ve come to terms with the fact that I shouldn’t look at the comments on articles on the internet, or youtuber comments, because they all just fucking blow my goddamned mind.
The kind of things I’m seeing are the things I’d speak with about my friends. People I trust. We may have differing views, but that’s okay. Because after we figure that out, we stop talking about it!
Maybe it’s because I prefer to keep my hands out of confrontation, unless I’m defending one of my baby cousins against a giant asshole.
A large part of me wonders if it’s worth staying on certain websites. When it comes down to the deep and dark hearts of some of theses, I don’t want to be associated with that website. I don’t want it in my cookies, in my history, or even touching my screen.
And you know what? There’s a good chance only two people will read this. And that’s okay, because I’m friends with the two of them, and I trust them both.
And, omnipotent beings forbid, any of this crap I keep reading about falls on me, I may cry about it. Then I’ll bitch about it to maybe five different people, gather up a blanket of pity, wallow for a day or two, and then forget about it for the rest of my life.
Because in the end, the only thing that really matters, is what happens face-to-face. You think in five years, your petty bickering back and forth is still going to be in the forefront of someone’s mind? Pfft, how funny. In a few months, you will be a distant memory. Because they have a buffer. All they see if words. On a screen. And a good chance will be that after the whole fight, it’ll get deleted, or they’ll just never go near that part of the website again.
So, I guess this little rant was just pent up frustration at all the things I’ve been learning thanks to the internet. No actually, thanks to Tumblr. So, I tip my derby hats to all of you here, who have made Tumblr seem like the shitiest place ever.
(Do you all just think I’m being too uptight about this, or is it okay to wonder why people can’t just be polite, and leave things alone?)
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Oh flamingo… Why do you know me so well?