"Trust me on this one Keith. You will love Tumblr."
Hunk and I were on our Sunday binge of video games. Emphasis on the word 'were'. Somehow somewhere in between video games and me taking a quick bathroom break, Hunk thought it would be a great idea for me to get a Tumblr account..
"First things first. What do you want your Tumblr name to be?"
"Tumblr name? Like a username?"
"Yep pretty much! It can be anything, as long as the name isn't already taken."
Anything? Let's just keep it simple so I remember it.
"How about Red?"
"Probably already taken, but try it out."
I proceed to type in 'Red'. Sadly the username is already taken. I guess I'll just repeat it? Red_Red it is then... Or not. Red_Red_Red? I'm in. Hunk brings me through the basics of Tumblr like reblogging and how tags work. Hunk sometimes looks like he is about to murder me because I really am technology challenged, but he persists through my constant questions.
"So a reblog is a share option, and the heart thing is a like?"
Yeah, I'm that bad. Hunk has helped me determine my profile picture, (which is grumpy cat until I like another one) and my bio. Hunk insisted on a "nickname" instead of my actual name, so I decided on Red obviously.
"Okay, now you should post something! Maybe one of your writings?"
Post something? Why would anyone be interested in my writings? I guess I have nothing to lose. I picked up my notebook, and wrote out the first thing that was written there.
Nothing truly lives unless they are happy. Nobody is happy unless they survived the pain. Only the weak can't survive it sadly, but there is no sunshine without some rain.
That was a weak piece I wrote at the beginning of the year, but it will do. I was about to hit the post button, but then Hunk grabs my arm before I could left click.
"Remember what I said about tagging?"
Oh right. Nobody is going to see my stuff if I don't tag. Right.
#emo #emobullshit #poetry #thisisshit #ihatetagging #edgy #edgypoetry #pain #inspirational #redredredpoetry #real #emopoetry #ihatemylife #textpost #tumblraesthetic #aesthetic
That's enough tags for now. That's some tedious work just for people to see some words that they weren't looking for. I hit the post button and continue onto the tags again. I follow whoever posts good stuff as I go along, which Hunk from what I can tell thinks it's not the best stuff. I bet whenever he makes a new recipe he posts it on here.
Speak of the Devil.
After scrolling for not even a minute, a little one appears on top of the bar by the lightning bolt. Clicking on it, I see that I've gained one follower. 'food-goo-recipes'.
"Congrats! Your first follower!"
"Hunk, I'm pretty sure that's you."
"You're not wrong buddy!"
I followed Hunk's Tumblr, and I start going through his stuff. I reblog a couple of his most recent recipes, then I click off into the tag land once again. The worst part of this Tumblr business is the whole 'tag everything' bit. Should I really care about tagging? Is this really how I'm spending my Sunday afternoon? Scrolling through a sketchy-er version of Facebook? I guess I am, because I think I'm already addicted. It's like I get to choose what I see on my Timeline, (or as Hunk calls it Dashboard) and be completely anonymous. It's pretty cool actually, and I need to find more things to do with my life aside from exercise and writing. Time to look up some DIY's.
I pass by some home DIY's since I'm not really a 'home decor' kind of guy. I also don't like the makeup DIY's or hair DIY's. Never again. Just as I was about to click off the tag, I come across a bookmark DIY. It has multiple ways to create cool looking bookmarks for less than five dollars. Now that's what I'm talking about. I reblog the post for later, and I continue on to the creators page.
León72Azul was their name. According to their bio they post their own original DIY tutorials and memes. I scroll through their content to find the majority of the DIY are practical and pretty nerdy. I like that a lot. I'm going to follow them. I hear the creak of my bed behind me ever so slightly.
"Mom just texted me saying that she wants me to help out with dinner. I'm glad that you're enjoying Tumblr though! Feel free to send me anything through the messaging system they got. Oh and text me your paper cause I still have to grade it for class tomorrow!"
I turn around in my computer chair and leap to my feet. I always walk Hunk home since he lives across the street. That and sometimes his mom will send me home with food to share with the family. I don't shut off my computer since I know I'm just going to come back on once I'm home, so I just grab my jacket and off Hunk and I go into the humid air of Texas. Winter just ended, and I'm not ready whatsoever to have that heat back in my life. I say that as if it never left, but at least it was like twenty degrees cooler.
We continue downstairs and oddly enough I don't see Shiro or our parents. He must be getting picked up from work and dad decided to tag along. We walked across the street with no problem, and Hunk's mom sent me home with a batch of the famous Garret sugar cookies. Gotta stash some of these for myself... Anyways, I retreat back into my room after kicking off my shoes, throwing my jacket off my shoulders, and onto the singular chair in the corner of my room. Now that Hunk isn't here I can post more of my writings.
I post a handful of them, tagging all of them with everything my mind could think of. Maybe I should create some preplanned ones for when I'm not on? Though how do I do that? Can I do that? I click on my account to see if I can find my answers. No cigar. But, I do see another little one off into the corner of my screen. The little one was León72Azul following me back. Why did they follow me back? Probably out of courtesy. Pity even. Maybe even a potential friend? Probably not and it's just them being nice. Tumblr is confusing me way too much. I think it's time for me to log off for the day and ask Hunk more questions for tomorrow. I log out of my account, and I quickly email my paper to Hunk. I think I'm going to play Mario Kart until I have to go downstairs and eat. Or until Shiro comes and bothers me. Either or works.
