I’ve been a part of the Tumblr community for a little over 5 years now. It’s a wonderful community that has brought so many opportunities my way and has allowed me to get to know so many incredible people. I got invited to the Tribeca Film Festival in New York City — one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life — all because of this silly Tumblr. I’ve built friendships with people from all over the world, people that I only know by a screen name and an avatar, yet they’re some of the most amazing people that I’ll ever know. Hell, it was through Tumblr back in late-2010 that I started talking to this cute girl from Cincinnati that would go on to become the love of my life.
It’s hard to imagine what my life would be like without this site.
That said, the time has come to step away from it. Not just Tumblr but mostly everything. I’ve reached this weird crossroads in my life. For the first time I find myself stopping and saying “Okay. Now what do I do?” Nobody can answer that for me. That’s on me. If I had the money or lack of financial responsibilities, this is the time that I’d drop everything and take some sort of pilgrimage.
I don’t have that luxury. Instead I’m going to disconnect from Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram…the internet itself mostly…and focus on making my life a happier place to be. GIF’s of puppies only gets you so far. I’m going to get myself in the best shape of my life. I’m going to read. I’m going to try new restaurants. I’m going to develop new interests. I’m going to take random road trips. I’m going to open myself up to a world that I’ve been too content for too long to explore.
I’m not going to sit here and say that social sites or the internet in general is responsible for my funk. That’s not the case. Instead this is just my attempt to mix things up. Disconnect myself from this part of my life and explore the other parts of it. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Could be a few weeks from now, could be a couple months, who knows, maybe I don’t come back. But if and when I do return, I plan on being a better and happier person than I am now.
Thanks for following. I’m going to miss you guys and your Jennifer Lawrence reaction GIF’s. If you need to get in touch with me, you can reach me through e-mail. I also still plan on contributing to Movies on Film here and there. Other than that, I’m peacing out.
Also, here’s a monkey riding a dog herding rams. Bye.
I wake up this morning off of 3 hours of sleep. I get ready for work in like 10 minutes and rush out the door for work. I get to work and as I’m walking around doing my thing, something feels different. I can’t put my finger on it but I feel more comfortable than usual. About 20 minutes or so I realize what the difference is. I’m wearing the wrong shoes. Fuck.
My work has got a pretty strict dress code. Especially when it comes to shoes. I debate my options. Run home and get the right shoes or go all wildcard bitches.
So the last 4 hours have been spent doing my best to subtly obscure my feet from everyone, like an actress that’s pregnant on a tv show. But instead any conversation I have with someone I’m sure to have a box, desk or conveniently placed duffle bag obscuring my New Balances.
All those years of playing stealth games is finally paying off. For now.
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning right now and I’m watching ‘Her’. A really terrible idea given my current situation, but such an incredible film. Plus seeing Chris Pratt looking like this makes it all worth it.
Later on today I’m meeting this guy from Craigslist to sell him something. It’s not my butthole, don’t worry. I’ve never done this before so I’d be super nervous about it anyway. But the sketchiness of this guy has got my anxiety at an all time high. He wanted my cell phone number, which I found weird. But okay, no big deal. I’m sure it’ll come in handy if we’re running late or something comes up. But the guy has sent about six “sup?” texts within the last 24 hours.
What started as him meeting me at the McDonald’s near my house led to him wanting me to meet him halfway…which has since changed to me meeting him near his place — a side of Cincinnati that I’m not familiar with.
What if he doesn’t have the money? What if he doesn’t have all the money? What if he robs me and takes my money?
So yeah I might die today. If I don’t make it back, tell the authorities that it was Brandon from Forest Park. And just know that I love you all. Except for Ron Workman. Fuck that guy.
reason 1 - I’m about to turn 30. Time to shape up.
reason 2 - This guy. Finally there’s a piece of exercise equipment that works with jeans and a pair of Asics. About time. And look at how much fun this motherfucker is having. He’s so happy. I couldn’t tell you the last time i was that happy. Maybe before the Bengals game last weekend. But i like to imagine that he’s browsing r/buttsharpies and just on cloud 9 as he burns off that general tso chicken he had for lunch.
My name is Joshua Richey. I'm an internet tough guy from just outside Cincinnati. I'm a writer, a movie reviewer, a gamer, an underachiever, a lifelong Bengals fan, an astronaut, a cybernetic spaceman for the future, an archaeologist, and a ginormous nerd.
I write movie reviews over at Movies On Film. As for this site, well, it's a page for a variety of things: rants, lessons in life, memes, and, more times than not, just pictures and videos that make me lol.