“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”—Franz Kafka (via artistsintheclassroom5)
“If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why”—Phil Kaye from Repetition (via kiddings)
If you enjoy my personal blog, please follow my writing blog. That’s the one I want to have followers for. I want to use it to gain traction and exposure in the online arena for my poetry specifically. I post something about once a day.
aka posting articles on facebook and reblogging things on tumblr, but I don’t really do anything about the things I post (protests, donations, signing petitions, changing my behavior). This was pointed out to me by a close friend whose opinion and insight I treasure.
She told me that posting an article to facebook and/or tumblr serves very basic needs: they are communities of people who already agree with me. I need to leave my room or use my wallet if I want to help out. I agree with this, a lot. As a result, I am going to try and keep the article posts/reblogs of certain hot-button issues to a minimum. I am going to try to balance this out by actually going out and volunteering, donating, and taking to the streets.
While awareness is important, I don’t have enough of a tumblr following to change a stranger’s mind, and all of my facebook friends think like me. Posting articles and reblogging political posts just serve my own egotistical needs.
There are charities here around Chicago that accept tiny monthly donations I am going to look into. There is no shortage of centers to volunteer at in a city of this size. There are so many online communities that meet IRL I can join in just one click.
I guess I am just tired of all the digital baggage I drag through the mud.