ego stuff
Last night I had a really interesting conversation with someone. It's really strange to find that someone that you view as having no problems... actually has some. Very profound, right? Well, anyway, it's not like I'll be looking at him differently as a person... but I will as in what his problems are. That's all it is, really.
Our conversation at one point led to this site. Hopefully, they will not delete this, but I'm not going to say any thing really awful. I believe that everybody that uses this has a certain amount of egocentricity. I'm willing to admit that. Why else would you type about your daily schedule, your relationships, your hard times, your exciting moments, your horrible holidays, etc... so that some strangers can read it? Maybe it's because we get the thrill of knowing what somebody in California, Nebraska, Canada, or Australia is doing. Somewhat in the way we find information on Hollywood stars exciting. Or perhaps it's for comfort and reassurance, to know that there are in fact people out there like yourself with similar problems. That's what I like, I think. To read somebody else's journal and realize that I nor that person is utterly insane.
Some people write/type in this to show off in a way, to show how philisophical they can be... and while those sorts of entries can be very beautiful and sound profound, why make life any more complicated than it already is? Poetry I don't mind, because in my opinion, that is simple and easy to see. Then again, I guess there might be a fine line between someone's poetry and someone's philisophical ramblings. Well neither of them hurt anybody, do they?
It seems I cannot make up my mind with what I want to say exactly, doesn't it?
I think if I had a journal of my own, the real kind you know, that I would be able to write anything and everything in more detail. Why don't I do that here? Although I am sure not many people read my journal, I still care what people think of me, but I'm working on that.
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I want a true friendship that's not an illusion (like I called it in a previous entry). That's what I feel like I'm missing. I had one in tenth grade, but screwed it up. I had one last year, but screwed it up also. This year? I don't know if I have one. I make efforts to try to talk to people... but they usually ignore me or probably think I'm mocking them. [I took a really big chunk out of this entry]
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Last night my faith and hope returned. Why is that?
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Who's to say where the wind will take you
who's to say what is is will break you
I don't know which way the wind will blow
who's to know when the time has come around
don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
there's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
you wonder what has happened to me
U2- "Kite"
if you don't like their music, you gotta at least like their lyrics
Our conversation at one point led to this site. Hopefully, they will not delete this, but I'm not going to say any thing really awful. I believe that everybody that uses this has a certain amount of egocentricity. I'm willing to admit that. Why else would you type about your daily schedule, your relationships, your hard times, your exciting moments, your horrible holidays, etc... so that some strangers can read it? Maybe it's because we get the thrill of knowing what somebody in California, Nebraska, Canada, or Australia is doing. Somewhat in the way we find information on Hollywood stars exciting. Or perhaps it's for comfort and reassurance, to know that there are in fact people out there like yourself with similar problems. That's what I like, I think. To read somebody else's journal and realize that I nor that person is utterly insane.
Some people write/type in this to show off in a way, to show how philisophical they can be... and while those sorts of entries can be very beautiful and sound profound, why make life any more complicated than it already is? Poetry I don't mind, because in my opinion, that is simple and easy to see. Then again, I guess there might be a fine line between someone's poetry and someone's philisophical ramblings. Well neither of them hurt anybody, do they?
It seems I cannot make up my mind with what I want to say exactly, doesn't it?
I think if I had a journal of my own, the real kind you know, that I would be able to write anything and everything in more detail. Why don't I do that here? Although I am sure not many people read my journal, I still care what people think of me, but I'm working on that.
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I want a true friendship that's not an illusion (like I called it in a previous entry). That's what I feel like I'm missing. I had one in tenth grade, but screwed it up. I had one last year, but screwed it up also. This year? I don't know if I have one. I make efforts to try to talk to people... but they usually ignore me or probably think I'm mocking them. [I took a really big chunk out of this entry]
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Last night my faith and hope returned. Why is that?
--
Who's to say where the wind will take you
who's to say what is is will break you
I don't know which way the wind will blow
who's to know when the time has come around
don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
there's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
you wonder what has happened to me
U2- "Kite"
if you don't like their music, you gotta at least like their lyrics