It has become painfully clear that my personality is not suited for blogging. I have five journals and only two are active. After spending 10 seconds puzzling this problem, I realized why. One journal is devoted to writing and it sustains itself and the other is my rather nutcase adventure in fangirling. The guy in question is such a sweetie. SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Thus, as long as the journal isn't about me, it survives. If not, it doesn't. Apparently, I'm quite private and secretive, so says many friends. While they concede that I use a great many words, they admit that I never seem to slip up and tell them anything juicy. Of course, this makes sense. Any rantings and ravings I might undertake are first aired out to my husband. If he's not available, then poor
mark_fan is the recipient because I'm a high-maintenance best friend. I don't mean that in the sense of being needy. The reverse is true. People have trouble being friends with me because I don't need anything. It might sound crazy, but this independence actually hurts many relationships.
Anyway, even if I spare these two lovely people, I can bitch with other friends, colleagues or buddies. By the time I get online, there's really nothing to say or bitch about.
A majority of people have a social group of 150 people (friends, family, colleagues and so forth). My social group is approximately 250-400 depending on the time of year.
Verdict: Journal!Fail