I had an odd tumblr-related dream last night, which was odd mostly because no one follows my little shitty musings, and I only follow a handful of people whose tumblrs made me sign up for one in the first place and who I don’t know in the least bit.
Anyways, in my dream (and in life!?) everyone on tumblr knew each other and used the site like a second facebook in which you only friend/follow people who you know now, from a career-related place, instead of, like, family members and 2nd grade school classmates that you had been eager to escape knowing back when you actually knew them And there I was, on the outside of this. Some weird chick that doesn’t even live in NYC kind of peeping in on all this interaction.
And the interaction seemed to be focused primarily on a type bracelet that came in a set and seemed pretty simple - just kind of beaded with pretty everyday common place beads- bigger than seed beads, and a little more irregular, but less sharp and chunky than those coral types of beads or puka shell kinds of beads. The bracelets came in a set of 5 different colors and all everyone could do was talk about some aspect of the bracelets. The feel of the bracelets, how they jingled just a tiny bit when you walked down the street, and most importantly, how they helped you write. Like, made the whole process just so easy and almost thoughtless, and everyone congratulated each other on being this young, new york-y writer/media set, part of the generation who had discovered how to make writing easy.
Perhaps I’ve got just the slightest bit of hostility there. Hmm.
