The Streak
"Dearly beloved, are you listening?"
647 entries in 647 days. This rant is actually number 648 in as many days. That's one entry, everyday, for nearly two years - like clockwork. For those on my friends list and even friends and lurkers who refuse to get an account, you've probably gotten used to this. You wake up, check your e-mail, skim through what's going on in LJ World, and eventually come to my collection of daily random musings.
Now let's think about this. Say I dedicated 20 minutes of everyday to LJ. In 648 days, that's 12,960 minutes - which is exactly 216 hours or 9 whole days. 9 days??? 9 days of my life have been spent sitting in front of a computer bitching about how the world sucks and why The Ataris need to revert back to their "Blue Skies" sound. And in all honesty, it's probably a lot more than 9 days since 20 minutes was a fairly generous figure.
I have a million different journals or diaries that I write in. I'm not kidding. Some contain personal things, some have interesting quotes or phrases I find, some are full of poetry I write, and some just contain satanic drawings I've made to freak people out. I guess writing and drawing were always the easiest ways for me to express myself...or amuse myself, whichever suited my mood at the time.
But the whole online journal thing was just an experiment. During my junior year of high school, I was taking whatever stupid computer class we were required to take and I found myself having a ton of free time in there. I thought it'd be interesting to have a mini day-to-day account of my life, for like a year. Nothing long or time consuming, just a sentence or two that would spark my memory as to what that specific day was like. I figured that one day I'd be old and I'd like to remember what I was like when I was 17, wasting away time in my Computer Applications class - how I thought and felt, how stupid I was, and how I was consumed by the most insignificant problems. I went from one site to another, and then after a couple of months I finally settled on LJ for no specific reason. And now the whole thing has just evolved. No more one sentence rants on Prom or senior English - now it's major news, stupid criminals, people watching, cheesy lyrics, no food in the fridge, and leftover cheesecake for breakfast. I know, I know - I'm so deep.
So now I wonder, when does it end? Because we all know it will end. I really don't see myself at Starbucks when I'm 50, thinking about what I should write in my journal later that night (which presently, as pathetic as it may seem, occurs more often than I'd like to admit). Just from that, I'm sure you can tell that sometimes this feels more like a burden than something I do in leisure.
We all know people move on. There used to people on my friends list that would update twice a day, but now I don't even know if they're still alive. We all get busy with school, work, and/or our increasingly difficult personal lives. Things change, we change - eventually we find something else to consume our time. I know I'm not in the same situation I was in when I was 17. I'm trying to reestablish a friendship with someone I haven't seen in nearly a decade. I have an amazing boyfriend who I neglect way more than I should. My classes get tougher each quarter. All-in-all, I just seem to have less free time each passing day. Or should I say, more time I need to devote to other aspects of my life...
So I wonder, when will it hit me? When will I have that epiphany that let's me know it's time to quit with the lame updates and save the world (or at least get my English assignments done on time)? I wonder if it's the moment that I decide to dedicate an entire entry to "the streak."
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647 entries in 647 days. This rant is actually number 648 in as many days. That's one entry, everyday, for nearly two years - like clockwork. For those on my friends list and even friends and lurkers who refuse to get an account, you've probably gotten used to this. You wake up, check your e-mail, skim through what's going on in LJ World, and eventually come to my collection of daily random musings.
Now let's think about this. Say I dedicated 20 minutes of everyday to LJ. In 648 days, that's 12,960 minutes - which is exactly 216 hours or 9 whole days. 9 days??? 9 days of my life have been spent sitting in front of a computer bitching about how the world sucks and why The Ataris need to revert back to their "Blue Skies" sound. And in all honesty, it's probably a lot more than 9 days since 20 minutes was a fairly generous figure.
I have a million different journals or diaries that I write in. I'm not kidding. Some contain personal things, some have interesting quotes or phrases I find, some are full of poetry I write, and some just contain satanic drawings I've made to freak people out. I guess writing and drawing were always the easiest ways for me to express myself...or amuse myself, whichever suited my mood at the time.
But the whole online journal thing was just an experiment. During my junior year of high school, I was taking whatever stupid computer class we were required to take and I found myself having a ton of free time in there. I thought it'd be interesting to have a mini day-to-day account of my life, for like a year. Nothing long or time consuming, just a sentence or two that would spark my memory as to what that specific day was like. I figured that one day I'd be old and I'd like to remember what I was like when I was 17, wasting away time in my Computer Applications class - how I thought and felt, how stupid I was, and how I was consumed by the most insignificant problems. I went from one site to another, and then after a couple of months I finally settled on LJ for no specific reason. And now the whole thing has just evolved. No more one sentence rants on Prom or senior English - now it's major news, stupid criminals, people watching, cheesy lyrics, no food in the fridge, and leftover cheesecake for breakfast. I know, I know - I'm so deep.
So now I wonder, when does it end? Because we all know it will end. I really don't see myself at Starbucks when I'm 50, thinking about what I should write in my journal later that night (which presently, as pathetic as it may seem, occurs more often than I'd like to admit). Just from that, I'm sure you can tell that sometimes this feels more like a burden than something I do in leisure.
We all know people move on. There used to people on my friends list that would update twice a day, but now I don't even know if they're still alive. We all get busy with school, work, and/or our increasingly difficult personal lives. Things change, we change - eventually we find something else to consume our time. I know I'm not in the same situation I was in when I was 17. I'm trying to reestablish a friendship with someone I haven't seen in nearly a decade. I have an amazing boyfriend who I neglect way more than I should. My classes get tougher each quarter. All-in-all, I just seem to have less free time each passing day. Or should I say, more time I need to devote to other aspects of my life...
So I wonder, when will it hit me? When will I have that epiphany that let's me know it's time to quit with the lame updates and save the world (or at least get my English assignments done on time)? I wonder if it's the moment that I decide to dedicate an entire entry to "the streak."
Por Nada