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Well shit. I finally went an entire calendar year without updating. I'm not even particularly inspired to write anything right now, but I am currently sitting in a hotel room in Cambridge, MA killing time and the sheer concept of livejournal just happened to pop in my head. So here I am, killing time, writing in my livejournal like its 2004. Holy shit, it was literally 10 years ago when LJ was at its peak in my life. 10 years ago I was a senior in high school with my high school friends and my high school car (RIP '99 chevy malibu) and my high school posters all over the wall of my high school bedroom. When I stop and think, and I have a lot less time to do that by the way, I can't help but realize how extraordinarily therapeutic it was to write in my livejournal back in the day. Sure, a lot of the time I posted stupid, immature crap, or angsty, attention seeking rants, but at the same time it helped me organize my thoughts (which I have trouble doing) and reflect on not only my day, but my whole life. I also loved the social aspect of it. I felt true, genuine excitement when I wrote a good post. It felt amazing. I also really enjoyed reading people's thoughts. I like gaining the perspective of others. Not to toot my own horn, but I have always found myself to be very good at understanding both sides of a situation. Like I totally get every argument that anyone can make, or at least make a sincere effort to. It actually makes it difficult to form my own opinion or make decisions, but that will open a whole can of worms and I don’t want to talk about it. Anywho, one of the best parts of my livejournal experience was that many of my LJ friends, weren't particularly anyone I was close with. Some were, but many weren't. Retrospectively, it's pretty cool to think that mere acquaintances would share a journal with each other. Wow, I ended up typing a lot more than I thought I would, but man it feels good to be doing this. Perhaps I should actually update regularly again. This is satisfying beyond belief….
The insecure/ curious side of me really wants to know who actually reads this. Who out there stops and checks their LJ once in a while? Who is stuck in the past with me and doesn’t want to let go of their golden years of youth? Do you feel me? It’s really a shame to see how many people have actually deleted their livejournals. It is so amusing to look back at really old posts, read the comments, and reflect. “man that was a good day.” Fuck timehop, LJ archives is where it’s at. So please, if anyone is out there, post a comment. Be sentimental with me.
-Steve Fucking Rourke
The insecure/ curious side of me really wants to know who actually reads this. Who out there stops and checks their LJ once in a while? Who is stuck in the past with me and doesn’t want to let go of their golden years of youth? Do you feel me? It’s really a shame to see how many people have actually deleted their livejournals. It is so amusing to look back at really old posts, read the comments, and reflect. “man that was a good day.” Fuck timehop, LJ archives is where it’s at. So please, if anyone is out there, post a comment. Be sentimental with me.
-Steve Fucking Rourke