I just stumbled upon this map of “the Tumblverse”. Specifically the area around where I live. Now, if you are asking yourself “what the heck is a tumblverse?”, then you are part of what I am writing about, and you probably live in an area where there are no red dots. You probably live in the suburbs, and you probably like it. You probably think the city is too far, too confusing, too expensive, too hard to park in, or maybe living in the burbs has just made you too afraid that you might have to walk farther than the distance from your car door to the entrance of the local strip mall.
Meanwhile, living here is killing me. It’s killed my creativity, and it’s surely killing my body as I just sit here and grow fatter, because where the fuck am I going to walk?! I know I’m not just imagining this because I have proof. I have tons of photos of me during the years I lived in Philadelphia. While I was never exactly the next Brad Pitt, it’s amazing just how little these pictures resemble the current body that I struggle to carry around.
I’d post a nudie pic of myself in my current shape, but I’m afraid of being brought up on some kind of visual manslaughter charges or something. Ugh.
Anyway, what is the point of this post? I’m not really sure. It’s a combination of just hating the suburbs, and that hatred being amplified by the fact that no one around me is like me. The city challenges me and inspires me, while this place feels like I’m in a retirement home just waiting to die. It’d be nice to be surrounded by at least a couple like-minded individuals that share some common interests and goals. It’s frustrating to feel like you’re alone on an island with no hope of rescue.