feed the addiction...
oh dude... i've been possessed by the spirit of myst. dang it! tell me i didn't just spend three and a half hours STRAIGHT in my chair with my laptop and a computer game. tell me i didn't. oh... but i did. at least i'm not watching law and order...
on privacy.
there is a difference between the boy and i regarding our notions of privacy, and i recently figured out why that is. he is very secretive about what he writes down, as he has the right to be. his private journal is just that: private. now, i don't want someone going and reading my paper journal, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if they did, and for good reason: i don't trust paper or any living being enough to write down something that i consider to be private.
that having been said, it becomes a little more clear as to how his and my perspectives on journals, privacy, et al, conflict. i can further verify this difference in that he wrote two words (only two words in a 6 or so page letter) that nearly drove me up the wall...simply because my version of privacy involves those things never being written down. ever.
the thing about all of this is that it seems i'm the one with the perverted privacy issues: i trust no one. i don't trust myself enough to write private things down. but boy wouldn't know that so i can't be mad at him writing those two words, and my warped sense of privacy left me not understanding why the rest of the world is sensitive about being approached (however innocently) while they are writing. very interesting. glad i got that figured out. i plan on telling him this once i'm in thailand.
very simple, this one. it goes like this:
i'm sitting around, doing whatever, and i realize, my god, i'm happy. happy as in, peaceful, content with the world, calm of mind happy. revelation time: shit! i'm not depressed! perhaps it's just a passing fad, but man, i feel so much better than i did even a day ago. upswing? i hope. and i hope even more that it levels out on the upswing. i want to get back to being my normal, weird self. nice!
quote o' the day: i love you but my butt is numb.
on privacy.
there is a difference between the boy and i regarding our notions of privacy, and i recently figured out why that is. he is very secretive about what he writes down, as he has the right to be. his private journal is just that: private. now, i don't want someone going and reading my paper journal, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if they did, and for good reason: i don't trust paper or any living being enough to write down something that i consider to be private.
that having been said, it becomes a little more clear as to how his and my perspectives on journals, privacy, et al, conflict. i can further verify this difference in that he wrote two words (only two words in a 6 or so page letter) that nearly drove me up the wall...simply because my version of privacy involves those things never being written down. ever.
the thing about all of this is that it seems i'm the one with the perverted privacy issues: i trust no one. i don't trust myself enough to write private things down. but boy wouldn't know that so i can't be mad at him writing those two words, and my warped sense of privacy left me not understanding why the rest of the world is sensitive about being approached (however innocently) while they are writing. very interesting. glad i got that figured out. i plan on telling him this once i'm in thailand.
very simple, this one. it goes like this:
i'm sitting around, doing whatever, and i realize, my god, i'm happy. happy as in, peaceful, content with the world, calm of mind happy. revelation time: shit! i'm not depressed! perhaps it's just a passing fad, but man, i feel so much better than i did even a day ago. upswing? i hope. and i hope even more that it levels out on the upswing. i want to get back to being my normal, weird self. nice!
quote o' the day: i love you but my butt is numb.