If I could make everyone see just one post of mine, this would be it. One of the people I sent it to privately said it helped them a lot, so I’m sharing this in hopes it will help others.
I feel like a hypocrite for reblogging this because I feel guilty about something that were mentioned here
I was torn between reblogging with my opinion, posting a separate text post of what I think about this video, or just reblogging and adding tags what this video means to me. And I haven’t reblogged anything for a very long time with a long description, specially with an opinion like this because I usually put them in the tags, even my tags will just be a quick phrase or whatever, but just because I am afraid to get attacked for adding a comment on the post because they disagree with it, I avoid it very often.
I used to like a lot of things that I don’t anymore, my tastes have changed but the reason why I changed is because of influence, I don’t use “xD” anymore because of how people made fun of it, or they say how stupid it is. Sometimes I wonder if my old drawings have ever been made fun of by the tumblr community.
Every time I want to post an opinion, or some advice or whatever, I feel like some tumblr user will turn it around that it will make me feel and look bad, I grew paranoid, I’ve also observed these kind of cycles or occurrences that I tend to plug up the holes in my statements and play safe with my wordings.
Now that I said that, I am now assuming that someone will tell me “If you’re afraid of these things then get out of the internet/tumblr because its full of these things you are afraid of, you don’t belong here”
This previous paragraph^ is one the examples of how I “plug up the holes”.
But I wasn’t here to be scared, I am here for something else, something good, and something I enjoy, and enjoy these things with people.
Listening to this made me cry a little. It’s such an horribly familiar feeling. Less apathy, more empathy. Please watch this.
also Pybun, Never feel bad for anything you ever did, don’t let a selection of horrible emotionless people stop you from expressing yourself. I sometimes miss the cute things you used to draw.