I was reading a friends journal
and I saw he'd written "I don't feel safe on here anymore though." he and I talked about feeling safe and people judgin you by what you write in an online journal. granted, it's open to anyone, anyone can see it etc. but at the same time theres this feeling, not as much with things like live journal, but blogs and stuff. the feeling that although your writing i free to the worlf that you're safe. almost like in this seas of all of these people and all of the websites, the chance of anyone you know or anyone who would judge finding it is so small. and it gives you a certain anonymity even though you're broadcasting your life to the world.
I've always said writing was the best therapy, better than talking better than anything else because it provides the ability to reflect on your personal history, documentation of how you've changed and a view into your personal journey. I'm begining to question however if we spend too much time these days trying to explore our personal psyche's and solve our problems "from the inside". suddenly everyone is depressed, or everyones had a hard life. Granted, everyone has their problems and no, everyone's not happy all the time. but it's when you witness the "whose life sucks more?" "whose done more drugs?" "who's more anoexic?" "who's more depressed?" "who is throwing their life away faster?" game, that you realize this wrld has lost it's mind. we're so insecure and so scared that some else's success has to mean our failure or if someone resents something in us it must be that they're jealous. it's constantly blaming everyone else, and never taking the blame. for example, today I was sitting on the floor with a glass of water and a book and my brother walked by and knocked over the glass. he then proceeded to yell at me about how "my cup was on the floor and if it hadn 't been there he wouldn't have gotten water on his pants." in stead of looking down and seeing my book was sopping wet and I too had water all over me. it's an example on a minor scale but the same is true on an elevated scale. celebrities blame their problems on the pressure instead of their own fascination or inability to say no or perhaps even a desire to not care about anything for a while. instead it's a million excuses.
we like to find scapegoats for every problem from how someones pencil got broken to why there are still homeless and poor people in the country and the world. everyone points fingers everyone blames. I'm not trying to say that there's something wrong with writing the world in a journal or writing anything.
I think the point I'm trying to make is an open diary or internet journal should be approached like a piece of literature, like the first hand account of someones adventures in their life. nothing you read in someones journal will give you a full insight to who they are or even what's going on in their life. just like there was a show whose subtitle was "a one woman show with other people" an online journal should be "insight into my mind, with other voices" (well not that specifically, but you get my point) I don't often write in my own livejournal, but I do use it to read other peoples, I'd be too afraid that my personal choices might influence the views people have of me when they are not enough information to do so. I write small updates and impersonal things. but it's hard to go through life unjudgemental and unjudged, if not impossible.
I'm never sure where my tangents will take me, this one at first I intended to be a way for me to tell a friend I understand what he's feeling, when he says it's not safe here.and it spun off into a completely different realm.
I've always said writing was the best therapy, better than talking better than anything else because it provides the ability to reflect on your personal history, documentation of how you've changed and a view into your personal journey. I'm begining to question however if we spend too much time these days trying to explore our personal psyche's and solve our problems "from the inside". suddenly everyone is depressed, or everyones had a hard life. Granted, everyone has their problems and no, everyone's not happy all the time. but it's when you witness the "whose life sucks more?" "whose done more drugs?" "who's more anoexic?" "who's more depressed?" "who is throwing their life away faster?" game, that you realize this wrld has lost it's mind. we're so insecure and so scared that some else's success has to mean our failure or if someone resents something in us it must be that they're jealous. it's constantly blaming everyone else, and never taking the blame. for example, today I was sitting on the floor with a glass of water and a book and my brother walked by and knocked over the glass. he then proceeded to yell at me about how "my cup was on the floor and if it hadn 't been there he wouldn't have gotten water on his pants." in stead of looking down and seeing my book was sopping wet and I too had water all over me. it's an example on a minor scale but the same is true on an elevated scale. celebrities blame their problems on the pressure instead of their own fascination or inability to say no or perhaps even a desire to not care about anything for a while. instead it's a million excuses.
we like to find scapegoats for every problem from how someones pencil got broken to why there are still homeless and poor people in the country and the world. everyone points fingers everyone blames. I'm not trying to say that there's something wrong with writing the world in a journal or writing anything.
I think the point I'm trying to make is an open diary or internet journal should be approached like a piece of literature, like the first hand account of someones adventures in their life. nothing you read in someones journal will give you a full insight to who they are or even what's going on in their life. just like there was a show whose subtitle was "a one woman show with other people" an online journal should be "insight into my mind, with other voices" (well not that specifically, but you get my point) I don't often write in my own livejournal, but I do use it to read other peoples, I'd be too afraid that my personal choices might influence the views people have of me when they are not enough information to do so. I write small updates and impersonal things. but it's hard to go through life unjudgemental and unjudged, if not impossible.
I'm never sure where my tangents will take me, this one at first I intended to be a way for me to tell a friend I understand what he's feeling, when he says it's not safe here.and it spun off into a completely different realm.