More thoughts on Tumblr.

I don't remember if I set the preferences or not, but right now I get a little email notification every time someone reblogs one of my images on Tumblr. It happens steadily, but still infrequently enough that I can afford the time it takes for me to click over to see where my stuff goes. I don't do this every single time, but the whole thing with Tumblr is to have a clever name; if I see one clever enough, or perverse, or in some way familiar, I will.

With my more avant-garde posts, my reblogger is someone my age or older. My more mainstream posts (say of younger male actors such as Jason Schwartzman or Michael Cera) are usually reblogged by teenagers. Sometimes the teen Tumblrs are more interesting for me to sift through.

I don't know many people of that age group. I don't sit and talk to the youth of today. I have no idea what they think of the world we live in. I see it as bleak. I thought of it as a bleak place when I was a teenager, but more so now that I am plugging along dealing with the day to day.

I've come across some Tumblrs that have really interesting photos from catalogs or shows or magazines I'm too old to be aware of. In between, there are little breaks of what happened at school today. My teacher said something unbelievable in class. Some social interactions. Something mortifying occurred! Oh, the injustice! I love those. And not even in a mocking way, but I remember those feelings and they are not so unlike what adults go through. Maybe the problems are more sophisticated as we get older, but not necessarily.

Then there are these kids that isolate themselves (and publicly broadcast their thoughts at the same time) because they feel that they were born of the wrong era. I think that's pretty universal feeling, but at 14 or 17, it might be hard to believe. I kinda wonder where these young Tumblr-ers will end up in time. And I start to wonder how different life would have been for me if I'd seen anything like the internet at their age. Let alone something as slick as Tumblr.