On Tumblr
In the past month, Tumblr fell by the wayside for me. I no longer read page after page of my dashboard until I see a post I saw before so I know I can stop reading. Neither do I post every day, or even every week.
I am not kind to blogging platforms. I typically use them for a few weeks at best, a few hours at worst. It surprises me that I have almost 2,600 posts on Tumblr spanning almost three years. It totally goes against my character.
I wondered: why don’t I post or consume any more, and why did I post and consume so much before? The answers, it turns out, are connected.
Before (meaning anytime prior to about three months ago), I used Tumblr as a brain dump. My thoughts on the day, neat stuff I found, stuff I made that I wanted to share, and so on. I had no audience in mind and didn’t particularly care if things were popular (“Tumbular”, if you prefer). I also used Tumblr as a way to feel connected to people. By reading about the minutia of other people’s lives, I felt like I knew them, at least a little bit.
Now, I keep a journal. I go to therapy. I don’t need a brain dump. By cutting out the broadcasting side of Tumblr, I was left with the consumption side. And it wasn’t appealing any more.
I recognized that knowing the minutia of someone’s life doesn’t mean you know them — especially when it’s the minutia they choose. Sure, you may know things about them that others don’t, and that might make you feel close. But reading someone’s Tumblr (or blog, Posterous, Twitter, whatever) tells you less about them than spending a few seconds with them in person. The “Tumblr drama” surrounding the Austin Tumblrs can attest to that.
So, in a way, I’m saying goodbye to Tumblr. If their stupid backup feature worked, I’d delete it.
Don’t take this as some grand gesture, though. I’ll still check my dashboard and post occasionally. And everyone I’ve met through Tumblr is good people. If you want to hang out, drop me a line.
