Is this thing on?
When Facebook came along and drew so many of us from LJ to FB, I went also. So many of the people I talked to every day were abandoning LiveJournal, and it seemed like the best way to keep those conversations going. They were important to me.
They still are. I, however, am not really a Facebook participant any longer. I became disillusioned with what Facebook really had to offer, and I also lost some illusions of what some of those relationships had to offer. No judgements. A lot can happen in ten years.
It's almost by accident that I find myself here tonight. I was looking for the bowling poem to share with some friends who had just been out bowling, because I thought they might enjoy the awkwardness of it. But one doesn't really get to do a hit-and-run on the past without there being consequences.
The entries astonished me, so much pain, so much delight. In many ways, I can barely recognize myself. I am a different person these days. Funny how that happens with the passage of time. :)
Most importantly, I realized that I missed being expressive. I miss the clarity that comes with really TRYING to capture my world in words. On FB, people aren't really talking that way, at least a large percentage are not.
I don't know that I will pick up this journal again, but I'm grateful that I had it tonight, grateful that so many things that have been important to me have been carefully preserved in words here.
I have no idea if anyone I know still reads this. And again, don't know if I'm going to be around here after this is written and posted. But, it's going to be interesting for me to find out.
So, maybe, see you around?
They still are. I, however, am not really a Facebook participant any longer. I became disillusioned with what Facebook really had to offer, and I also lost some illusions of what some of those relationships had to offer. No judgements. A lot can happen in ten years.
It's almost by accident that I find myself here tonight. I was looking for the bowling poem to share with some friends who had just been out bowling, because I thought they might enjoy the awkwardness of it. But one doesn't really get to do a hit-and-run on the past without there being consequences.
The entries astonished me, so much pain, so much delight. In many ways, I can barely recognize myself. I am a different person these days. Funny how that happens with the passage of time. :)
Most importantly, I realized that I missed being expressive. I miss the clarity that comes with really TRYING to capture my world in words. On FB, people aren't really talking that way, at least a large percentage are not.
I don't know that I will pick up this journal again, but I'm grateful that I had it tonight, grateful that so many things that have been important to me have been carefully preserved in words here.
I have no idea if anyone I know still reads this. And again, don't know if I'm going to be around here after this is written and posted. But, it's going to be interesting for me to find out.
So, maybe, see you around?