Yes, my name on Tumblr is Dolorosa. No, it’s not a reference to the Homestuck character. I’ve been using various forms of the word ‘Dolorosa’ online since the late ’90s and it’s a username to which I’m very attached and which has great personal meaning to me.
So no, you cannot have the URL. Please don’t send me asks requesting this.
So, this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and it’s finally time to do it.
I have always known, at the back of my mind, that Tumblr is really bad for my mental health. It’s a combination of the sheer speed and volume of posts appearing on your dash, the impersonal design of the site, and the misery-inducing content of a lot of the posts I encounter. It’s got to the point that I’m feeling depressed and apathetic pretty much all day, overwhelmed and hopeless.
I’ve taken long breaks from Tumblr in the past, and this tends to have a good effect. I think, for the sake of my own sanity, I’m going to have to do that until I’ve submitted my PhD. I’m using Tumblr as a sort of dumping-ground for all the negative emotions I’m feeling, and then exacerbating them by being bombarded, constantly, with all the horrors people face in their everyday lives, vicious arguments that ensue when people post about such horrors and just general toxic negativity. The fun conversations and the fandom blogs do not outweigh this, unfortunately.
I’m not disappearing from the internet, but I’m reverting back to platforms which make me feel good about myself, and life. If you want to stay in touch, chances are you’re already friends with me on Facebook. If you’re not, I’m also on:
Livejournal (this is a mirror of the Dreamwidth blog
So feel free to stay in touch via any of those sites.
I will be back, but not for at least three months. See you around.
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No it’s not, because it would’ve brought all the people who are following the post onto my blog and then I would’ve had to have spent the whole night arguing with them.
Oh but I can. I basically use Tumblr as a dumping-ground for the passive-aggressive word-vomit provoked by other people irritating me online.
Childish, I know. But very, very therapeutic.
My last post reminded me of my undergrad days and how I had these ridiculous crushes on half the guys who were heavily involved in theatresports, revues and improv, back when my type was Arrogant Snarky Hipster.
OH UNDERGRAD, I DO NOT MISS YOU AT ALL!
Youtube comments about the ‘Four Chords Song’, which is a comedy song by some guys who were at uni with me in undergrad days:
45% asking what the four chords are (hint: it’s the pop-punk chord progression)
55% exasperated Australians explaining that no, the guys aren’t British.
I want to reblog something that will probably bring a whole shitstorm of drama my way. Trouble is, it’s true and correct - but about a very emotive subject that people find difficult to discuss rationally (with reason).
Probably better to leave it be.
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