:) smile, you might be in my post
It's friday night. I didn't go out tonight. I mostly stayed in and chatted with Stephanie. She's at St. Bart's in the Caribbean...lucky. But she's working, and missing me, so she's not living it up too crazily. Anyhow, it's been a weird week for sure. It's the longest time she and I have been apart since September, and yes I realize how cheesy that is to say. I miss her greatly. She comes home in another week. It's going to be a long week.
The following comes out of the last 2 hours reading those old posts, dating back to April '04. I even found the original post about my senior project concept...oddly enough almost precisely one year before it hung. weird.
It's apparent I've been figuring myself out for a number of years now. Most of it I've splayed out in this journal for many to read. I've pondered what my life would have been like without the ability to vent semi-publicly about my strife growing up in my 20's. I can safely say I'd be a very different person if I hadn't had this journal...among some other online gizmos.
One thing I find a little startling is that when I was 20-22, while reading my younger friends' journals, I used to think they were pretty immature and silly for posting about such 'dramatic' things that I thought were useless to worry about. But now, at 26, I find my own entries from that time were often rather trite and whiney about stupid junk. I was such a little emo kid sometimes, it's pretty sad, haha. I was disguised cause I hated the outfits. I bet now someone with a skilled knowledge of the genre might pick me out as a former "emo kid," hehe. I digress.
I can't figure out of I've grown up at all from that guy I was at 22. I still complain about stuff. Is growing up as simple as being able to better articulate the things I'm feeling so they don't come out in the form of "aaagggghhhh...whiine" when something goes wrong? Perhaps it's the shift from whining about schoolwork and girls, to whining about work issues and women :)
_Charles
The following comes out of the last 2 hours reading those old posts, dating back to April '04. I even found the original post about my senior project concept...oddly enough almost precisely one year before it hung. weird.
It's apparent I've been figuring myself out for a number of years now. Most of it I've splayed out in this journal for many to read. I've pondered what my life would have been like without the ability to vent semi-publicly about my strife growing up in my 20's. I can safely say I'd be a very different person if I hadn't had this journal...among some other online gizmos.
One thing I find a little startling is that when I was 20-22, while reading my younger friends' journals, I used to think they were pretty immature and silly for posting about such 'dramatic' things that I thought were useless to worry about. But now, at 26, I find my own entries from that time were often rather trite and whiney about stupid junk. I was such a little emo kid sometimes, it's pretty sad, haha. I was disguised cause I hated the outfits. I bet now someone with a skilled knowledge of the genre might pick me out as a former "emo kid," hehe. I digress.
I can't figure out of I've grown up at all from that guy I was at 22. I still complain about stuff. Is growing up as simple as being able to better articulate the things I'm feeling so they don't come out in the form of "aaagggghhhh...whiine" when something goes wrong? Perhaps it's the shift from whining about schoolwork and girls, to whining about work issues and women :)
_Charles