BEDA #18

That's right. No title today. How does that make you feel, huh?

Hm, I suppose what's new is that I have 88 followers on Tumblr, which is quite a feat. I am proud. I mean, it just goes to show how much time I do spend on there but frankly I do believe Tumlbr has widened my reading (I would have never found The Book Thief, my favourite book ever, without Tumblr) and has overall made me more comfortable with my likes and dislikes, interests and what not. I like to see it as a scrap book that I can look back on when I'm older and be like, 'Oh, that's what I used to be like,' or maybe even, 'Oh, how times have not changed.' Alan Davies has a lovely quote about adolescence; I can't find it but it was something along the lines of how what you like now, as a teenager, ends up being what you like forever. It makes sense, if you look at the adults I know, who still listen to bands that they listened to when they were my age.

It just makes me wonder what'll happen when I look back on my Tumblr, if I remember that I still have it; will I have the same interests? Will I like the same films? Will I hate the films I adore now?

My future children are not allowed to find my Tumblr. Nor are my parents. They'll think I'm:

1. A lesbian
2. Horribly sexual frustrated
3. Freakishly obsessed with Disney
4. Way too attracted to fictional characters
5. Severely depressed and
6. overall just really weird and far too socially awkward.

I just enjoy making lists, I think. It puts my mind at ease. I often forget to make lists, so I make lists of the things I need to make lists of. It's like Inception, but with lists. Listception. That would make a good film.

Love,

Mel.