Love, hate, and Livejournal
Y'know something? eaglecrash's blog sucks.
I think it's time I shift my focus. I've been sitting here with my eyeballs rolled back into my head scrutinizing the rot of my own existence for far too long. This journal is just soaking in the putrefaction of my obsession with hating myself. It's just reams and reams of digital diarrhea. I'm way better than this. Long ago, I wrote about my thoughts on philosophy and art and politics and the general state of the world. All I've done here is dissect my tiny little life. Introspect, retrospect, regurgitate, rinse and repeat. A certain amount of that is fine- this paragraph, for instance. I'm not going to make any sweeping promises that I'll never gripe about my life in my LJ again. (Let it never be said I don't call myself on my own bullshit.) However, I think it would do me, my LJ friends, and the Internet some good if I gave it a rest. I have interests. I have opinions. I have talents. I have an identity beyond the woe-is-me angsturbation this journal portrays. It's time to bring those things back.
This is my "new first entry". I haven't deleted my old entries, I've simply set them all to "private". A re-name and new layout will happen shortly. Stay tuned.
I think it's time I shift my focus. I've been sitting here with my eyeballs rolled back into my head scrutinizing the rot of my own existence for far too long. This journal is just soaking in the putrefaction of my obsession with hating myself. It's just reams and reams of digital diarrhea. I'm way better than this. Long ago, I wrote about my thoughts on philosophy and art and politics and the general state of the world. All I've done here is dissect my tiny little life. Introspect, retrospect, regurgitate, rinse and repeat. A certain amount of that is fine- this paragraph, for instance. I'm not going to make any sweeping promises that I'll never gripe about my life in my LJ again. (Let it never be said I don't call myself on my own bullshit.) However, I think it would do me, my LJ friends, and the Internet some good if I gave it a rest. I have interests. I have opinions. I have talents. I have an identity beyond the woe-is-me angsturbation this journal portrays. It's time to bring those things back.
This is my "new first entry". I haven't deleted my old entries, I've simply set them all to "private". A re-name and new layout will happen shortly. Stay tuned.