college student. horror films, thunderstorms, books, cameras, ferrets, James Dean, mario, video games, reddit, tattoos, piercings, hardcore dancing, bruises, concerts and painting -these are a few of my favorite things. LIVES IN: Michigan
I can walk around with no pants on
I can watch Batman Beyond
and play torchlight II
today’s a good day
seriously…i really don’t care
i’ll feel shitty about it later..
i am going to play portal 2 for a little bit.
so, i know that i don’t have a super popular blog, i have about 100 followers and i don’t really know how many actually read what i write, not that i really care-but my point is that i don’t really get anon messages very much and therefore i don’t get much anon hate. In the past few weeks however, i’ve gotten 2 though. Yeah yeah yeah, i know it isn’t a lot, and im not sitting here bitching about it and im not even really mad persay, but just some conversations i had with toby this weekend i feel like i want to address this issue and clear some things up and about myself and talk about anon hate in general.
So to start off a little about myself. I know that my tumblr is a bit all over the place, you have super happy posts about shenanigans that i have partaken in or random funny quotes from my friends, but you also have the fairly ‘emo’ side and random rants about how shitty i feel. Now, i will first say that i am fully aware that my life doesn’t really suck that badly, i have loving parents, i have a close relationship with my sister, a few really close friends who i care dearly for, an amazing boyfriend who surprises me with how great he is, and im going to college, i have a job, i have food in my stomach and clothes on my back. So that is a pretty good life right there! i’m not homeless and i don’t live in a war ridden country. I am aware that things could be worse, i know a lot of people who have gone through more shit then i could ever imagine. But the thing is, even though all this is true, those people are not me. i am who i am, and just because i haven’t ‘gone through’ as much as those people, doesn’t make my feelings any less valid.
i am depressed. I know things aren’t that bad, but i don’t feel happy and everyday is a struggle for me. Who ever this anon is doesn’t know me, and doesn’t know anything about my life, and it is incredible rude and just mean for them to say the things they did. Now im not writing this whole thing just for me and to explain myself, but im writing this to all hate anons who write things. The good majority of them if not all probably have never met the person in real life, and i don’t think that their blog embodies everything that they are. Not only that, but they aren’t even let the person know who the are. They don’t even have the guts to say who they are, they are hiding behind a computer with a grey face becasue they are to chicken to own up to what they are saying
now comes to where toby and my conversation comes into play. On the car ride back to ann arbor, we talked about bullying and how people can be mean like that to another person. I was bullied a lot as a kid, so i do know something about the subject. It absolutely makes no sense to me how someone can be that mean to someone else for no apparent reason. How easy is it to read something you don’t like from someone you don’t really knows page and just go ‘wow i think that’s dumb’ and just leave it at that. It take actual effort to go to there ask box and actually WRITE SOMETHING DOWN and send it. They are consciously making an effort to be mean when they don’t have to. I understand if maybe they are defending themselves, but that is something completely different.
So to all of those anons out there, if you don’t like what someone posts on their blog, why read it. No one is making you, no one is forcing you to read what i or anyone else has written. Unfollow them, block them, whatever, it doesn’t matter, you don’t have to be a jackass and send mean and hurtful comments to people. All you are doing is showing what a horrible person you are and how you are incapable of being a decent human being. Learn some manners, and then maybe you won’t have to be anon anymore.