The Human Experience
So how selfish is it of me to say that everything I feel and everything that happens to me seems to only happen to me?
...That's how I, and I'm sure a lot of people have felt about their lives and the bullshit they've had to deal with in life.
I think that the weirdest thing is that even though I would read other journals and things about the shit in people's lives, I'd brush it off, considering that to be "their" experience, so it clearly couldn't be anything like mine...
Well that all changed for me today.
I feel a little dirty for having done it, but some... morbid sense of curiosity got the better of me and I began leafing through all of a good friend's LiveJournal entries... all the way from the beginning. It was a weird feeling, going back and reading the entries; like I was sneaking into his room and stealing his personal journal he keeps hidden under his bed. *shrugs* I dunno, I sometimes think we all forget that the internet is such a public place... and if we're not careful, anybody can find out anything about us...
Anyway, what really hit home to me... was just how much we really do share the same experiences, the same neuroses, the same passions. Not all of us share the same things, but enough of of share enough things in common... The Human Experience...
He.. my friend... it was so weird seeing those words on the screen... I've only known him a short time, and going through his journal, which starts in late 2003, was like moving through time... for all effects and purposes, he was a different person back then... the words he wrote are not the words of the friend I'd expect today. But what really, truly moved me, was that his words... were, and in some cases still are, my own words.
It's a weird feeling, finding proof at the bottom of that well that no matter how lonely you get, you are never alone in how you feel.
The Human Experience... When experienced for yourself, it's truly a beautiful, but terrifying, thing.
...That's how I, and I'm sure a lot of people have felt about their lives and the bullshit they've had to deal with in life.
I think that the weirdest thing is that even though I would read other journals and things about the shit in people's lives, I'd brush it off, considering that to be "their" experience, so it clearly couldn't be anything like mine...
Well that all changed for me today.
I feel a little dirty for having done it, but some... morbid sense of curiosity got the better of me and I began leafing through all of a good friend's LiveJournal entries... all the way from the beginning. It was a weird feeling, going back and reading the entries; like I was sneaking into his room and stealing his personal journal he keeps hidden under his bed. *shrugs* I dunno, I sometimes think we all forget that the internet is such a public place... and if we're not careful, anybody can find out anything about us...
Anyway, what really hit home to me... was just how much we really do share the same experiences, the same neuroses, the same passions. Not all of us share the same things, but enough of of share enough things in common... The Human Experience...
He.. my friend... it was so weird seeing those words on the screen... I've only known him a short time, and going through his journal, which starts in late 2003, was like moving through time... for all effects and purposes, he was a different person back then... the words he wrote are not the words of the friend I'd expect today. But what really, truly moved me, was that his words... were, and in some cases still are, my own words.
It's a weird feeling, finding proof at the bottom of that well that no matter how lonely you get, you are never alone in how you feel.
The Human Experience... When experienced for yourself, it's truly a beautiful, but terrifying, thing.