We’re all aware of the fact that social media doesn’t always necessarily give us an accurate portrayal into someone’s life. We’ve all been that person to swoon and lust after someone else’s Instagram only to be reminded by some wise Pinterest quote that we’re only seeing their highlight reel – not their every day. It doesn’t matter how many lavish holidays people post about, how many Michelin Star restaurants they’ve eaten in or how many spa breaks they have, chances are, we’re not going to see them post about the time they did their laundry or the cat was sick on their jumper.
This is going to be one of my fairly word-vomitty, un-planned, see where it takes me type posts so if you’re not a fan of those, I won’t be offended (I wouldn’t be a fan either, don’t worry). But I had a conversation a few months ago that really irked me and I wanted to share it with you in case it irks you too – misery loves company and all that! So behold, story time with Jenny in Neverland. Today’s story is called, “A Conversation With my Postman”.
It’s my birthday tomorrow, I’m going to be 26 years old, I’m sitting here writing this post listening to Disney songs and I genuinely feel like I’m never going to grow up. When I was 15, I thought, ‘wow, 26 year old’s are proper adults, doing adult things’. But now I’m there (well, almost) I couldn’t feel less like how my naive little 15 year-old self thought I would at this age. Ugh, it’s weird and it’s freaking me out a bit.
It’s likely that this post is going to be a bit of a nonsensical ramble. But that’s okay. I’m going with the flow and seeing where the wind takes me with this one. A couple of months ago now, I tweeted a tweet. Yes, you might say, that’s generally what you do on Twitter. Well this particular tweet was met with a big response, a lot of likes and retweets and a heck of a lot of comments. Some wholeheartedly agreeing with me, some half agreeing with me and some not so much. But with over 800 favourites and 200 retweets, it was obviously a tweet that a lot of people resonated with.
There’s been a bit of talk around the blogosphere this year about how more bloggers have started blogging for bloggers (prepare to hear the word “bloggers” a lot in this post…) instead of just writing about what we love; be that books, films, make up, fashion – whatever. Blogging for bloggers means (at least this is what I’ve been led to believe it means) creating content specifically designed for bloggers – as opposed to non-bloggers, people who just like reading blogs or someone who’s just scouring the internet for a make-up tutorial or a book review. Remember, not everyone that reads a blog is a blogger themselves.
At the time of writing this post (end of May), we have just been graced with the full trailer for the Christopher Robin movie, starring Ewan McGregor and everyone’s favourite bear, Winnie-the-Pooh. The release of the film is fast approaching and I’m certain I will cry all the tears then probably gone back to watch it again. I am a huge fan of Disney (obviously), and this year, I’ve worked hard to include more Disney related content into my blog because it is and always has been a huge part of my life, so why wouldn’t I? The films are so magical and mean an awful lot to me as I’m sure they do to a lot of people who have grown up with the magic of Disney.
I rarely write posts which are unplanned, unstructured and spur of the moment. My Type A, obsessive, stressy, organised personality just doesn’t do that. So only a handful of times in my blogging life have I just whacked WordPress open and started typing of my own accord because I had something on my mind which I wanted to write about. This is one of those times. In fact, it almost wasn’t. Typically, I have a “blog post ideas” note on my phone (along with 50 other notes and lists of various things) which I was just going to add this idea to, to write at a later time but then I thought, why the f would I do that? It’s on my mind now. So stop being so goddamn uptight and write. So that’s what I’m doing. Obviously.