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Aug. 26th, 2014 02:19 pmI'm increasingly feeling like my involvement on Tumblr is a huge timesuck and mindsuck.
Granted, I love Tumblr, I really do. I LOVE the art and science blogs on Tumblr.
But my dashboard (I follow some 200 blogs) is unmanageable, I tend to get sucked into depression/OCD/anxiety blogging which actually makes my stuff *worse*, something about that environment turns me into even more of a navelgazer (as it does to everyone - somehow, people on there tend to make everything about themselves; something about the UI and design), and well, you already know better than to ever get involved in politics there.
I don't write, I don't actually blog anything non-navelgazy.
I am tempted to start a new account, take over only about 20 friends, just follow the art and science blogs I want to follow, and leave it at that.
Additionally, I'll be running my own art blog and restarting my science blog Today's Malady over there, so there's that. But I really need to prune things. I miss writing fiction and actually doing things besides staring at my own navel.
Granted, I love Tumblr, I really do. I LOVE the art and science blogs on Tumblr.
But my dashboard (I follow some 200 blogs) is unmanageable, I tend to get sucked into depression/OCD/anxiety blogging which actually makes my stuff *worse*, something about that environment turns me into even more of a navelgazer (as it does to everyone - somehow, people on there tend to make everything about themselves; something about the UI and design), and well, you already know better than to ever get involved in politics there.
I don't write, I don't actually blog anything non-navelgazy.
I am tempted to start a new account, take over only about 20 friends, just follow the art and science blogs I want to follow, and leave it at that.
Additionally, I'll be running my own art blog and restarting my science blog Today's Malady over there, so there's that. But I really need to prune things. I miss writing fiction and actually doing things besides staring at my own navel.
