just a test
Over the past few days, I have opened up livejournal, considered writing everything in it, as I go through this stressful period of transition. But I don't write a thing. I remember spending so much time on here as a semi-angsty teenager, writing every thought that popped into my adolescent head.
Maybe my Irish side is just coming out more as I get older, but I no longer feel the same comfort putting it all on the table like I used to. I keep a lot more in. Nonetheless, there are still plenty of things that I need to release; far more than when I used to depend on this virtual paper.
Instead I let the stress build up, leaving me more volatile than I have ever felt.
But I don't know if venting to livejournal is an appropriate forum for me anymore. These digital medias don't seem real enough. The bullshit of hyperreality...
So, this is a test.
Does this media offer me any comfort, like it once did?
Does it make me feel more uneasy, as I expose my current vulnerabilities, to myself, to others?
Does it just make me feel like I am 16 again?
Maybe my Irish side is just coming out more as I get older, but I no longer feel the same comfort putting it all on the table like I used to. I keep a lot more in. Nonetheless, there are still plenty of things that I need to release; far more than when I used to depend on this virtual paper.
Instead I let the stress build up, leaving me more volatile than I have ever felt.
But I don't know if venting to livejournal is an appropriate forum for me anymore. These digital medias don't seem real enough. The bullshit of hyperreality...
So, this is a test.
Does this media offer me any comfort, like it once did?
Does it make me feel more uneasy, as I expose my current vulnerabilities, to myself, to others?
Does it just make me feel like I am 16 again?