Closing Up Shop
It's time to put this journal to bed.
At best, an online journal should be a way to keep in touch with friends near and far, and meet new people that share similar interests. At worst, it becomes a distraction from Life™ and a poor substitute for actual human interaction. And lately, livejournal has for me been a distraction, a reminder of a world and a life in which I no longer feel welcome.
Not that I'm disappearing. The old entries will stay, and I hope to stay in contact with the many friends I've made here (and if you don't have contact info for me and would like it, shoot me an email at ctrueblood via google's ubiquitous mail). I'm simply making my Real Life my priority at this juncture, and trying to distance myself from the drama and hurt of the past few months.
And so, fare thee well, gentle reader. May the road rise to meet you, and may the wind be ever at your back.
At best, an online journal should be a way to keep in touch with friends near and far, and meet new people that share similar interests. At worst, it becomes a distraction from Life™ and a poor substitute for actual human interaction. And lately, livejournal has for me been a distraction, a reminder of a world and a life in which I no longer feel welcome.
Not that I'm disappearing. The old entries will stay, and I hope to stay in contact with the many friends I've made here (and if you don't have contact info for me and would like it, shoot me an email at ctrueblood via google's ubiquitous mail). I'm simply making my Real Life my priority at this juncture, and trying to distance myself from the drama and hurt of the past few months.
And so, fare thee well, gentle reader. May the road rise to meet you, and may the wind be ever at your back.