There and Back Again
Ever go back and review your very first journal entries? Turns out I started this journal back in October of 2001, when I was a senior at PHS. The early journal is rife with sad music, teenager angst-depression, rebellious attitudes, splashes of egoism, and a strangley unbroken yet often incoherent writing style, all couched in an ocean of syntax and grammar errors. Still, nostaligia, eh?
Was I a cooler person before I discovered philosophy? In all the deep thinking have I somehow left myself out of the picture? Ha. I'm kidding. I just wanted to scrawl some abstract fear in the same way as I did so many moons ago. I do wonder if I'm a bit less bombastic, though. However, having gone back to my original journal entries, I'm not so sure my becomming less bombastic is a bad thing. My body must have reacted differently to caffeine back then or something. Or maybe I was six years younger...yeah.
So what's so different almost six years later? Where is everyone from those days? I don't really know who still keeps up with their livejournal accounts anymore. You know what to do...with the words and the comments and so on.
Was I a cooler person before I discovered philosophy? In all the deep thinking have I somehow left myself out of the picture? Ha. I'm kidding. I just wanted to scrawl some abstract fear in the same way as I did so many moons ago. I do wonder if I'm a bit less bombastic, though. However, having gone back to my original journal entries, I'm not so sure my becomming less bombastic is a bad thing. My body must have reacted differently to caffeine back then or something. Or maybe I was six years younger...yeah.
So what's so different almost six years later? Where is everyone from those days? I don't really know who still keeps up with their livejournal accounts anymore. You know what to do...with the words and the comments and so on.