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I refuse to start any sort of online diary. I have said this numerous times, and still am quite resolute. I have several reasons for this, of which these two are the most important:
1) I believe that Opendiary, LiveJournal, and all other blogging/dairying/pooping-via-text sites are lightning rods for angst and emotional turmoil. Their greatest purpose seems to be to embolden people via anonymity to say things they otherwise would be smart enough to keep to themselves. They are tools specifically designed to unlearn the art of tactful communication. They open wide the gates of everyone’s drama and allow it flow forth in a great all-encompassing torrent, swallowing whole the towns that are people’s stable relationships, and washing everyone off the deck of the boat of friendship. Also, they encourage people who have absolutely nothing to say to say it too much and too often. In the worst case, this will happen in the form of ridiculous metaphor. My starting a LiveJournal would be to give these seeds of society’s destruction my blessing, and I absolutely refuse.
2) I know myself well enough to know this: when it comes to any sort of diary-keeping, I have the attention span of a squirrel. The pattern is almost always the same. I will write three times a day for the first four or five days, like a child who is overexcited by a new toy. After that, I will continue to play with it almost every day for about a week. By week three, if that same toy isn’t already broken, it will likely lie forgotten and unused until some time later when, while cleaning up my room, I find it under a pile of old websites I used to frequent. If I’m particularly bored, I might push it around for a moment, but more likely it will be shoved further back into the closet, or perhaps donated to the Salvation Army. Then I go buy a new Lego set, or perhaps some Warhammer figurines. So if I already know that starting an online journal will only lead to inevitable failure, I see no reason why I should even put for the initial effort. So I absolutely refuse.
So my advice is to never come back to this page again. I won’t be reading yours, because the fact that you keep up with yours while mine gathers cobwebs makes me bitter. And I certainly won’t be updating. I mean who has the time? I just got this cool new Lego pirate ship.
1) I believe that Opendiary, LiveJournal, and all other blogging/dairying/pooping-via-text sites are lightning rods for angst and emotional turmoil. Their greatest purpose seems to be to embolden people via anonymity to say things they otherwise would be smart enough to keep to themselves. They are tools specifically designed to unlearn the art of tactful communication. They open wide the gates of everyone’s drama and allow it flow forth in a great all-encompassing torrent, swallowing whole the towns that are people’s stable relationships, and washing everyone off the deck of the boat of friendship. Also, they encourage people who have absolutely nothing to say to say it too much and too often. In the worst case, this will happen in the form of ridiculous metaphor. My starting a LiveJournal would be to give these seeds of society’s destruction my blessing, and I absolutely refuse.
2) I know myself well enough to know this: when it comes to any sort of diary-keeping, I have the attention span of a squirrel. The pattern is almost always the same. I will write three times a day for the first four or five days, like a child who is overexcited by a new toy. After that, I will continue to play with it almost every day for about a week. By week three, if that same toy isn’t already broken, it will likely lie forgotten and unused until some time later when, while cleaning up my room, I find it under a pile of old websites I used to frequent. If I’m particularly bored, I might push it around for a moment, but more likely it will be shoved further back into the closet, or perhaps donated to the Salvation Army. Then I go buy a new Lego set, or perhaps some Warhammer figurines. So if I already know that starting an online journal will only lead to inevitable failure, I see no reason why I should even put for the initial effort. So I absolutely refuse.
So my advice is to never come back to this page again. I won’t be reading yours, because the fact that you keep up with yours while mine gathers cobwebs makes me bitter. And I certainly won’t be updating. I mean who has the time? I just got this cool new Lego pirate ship.