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I'd like to make a change in the way I journal. For some time now I've been wanting to change this journal from a place where I talk about my life to a place where I talk about life. Maybe that will incorporate event in my life as an example or a platform to build upon, but I don't like the idea of my entries consisting of, "Hello. I did this. This happened. Then this."
This has actually, as I said, been a desire of mine for some time now. But what it is that has stopped has boiled down to one point. I've been too lazy.
I've been too lazy! And what I mean by that is not that I haven't even tried. I've sat down and started to write on many occasions, but disgusted by what was put forth, I've saved them meaning to expound upon and clarify them later, but I just haven't done it. It's partly a sense of terror at the idea of having writers block, and partly just the lack of initiative to work with the English language long enough to craft something worth reading at all. When I do sit down and bang something out, it's half-assed wordy diarrhea that's melodramatic and not even based in truth or reality (read: an entry I made just recently).
And it's interesting... the idea of being too lazy opens an entire can of worms, incredible pathways of thought and discussion. I could start diatribes going on about how society treats laziness, how I myself have been lazy, how easy or difficult it is for people to be lazy, so on and so forth. That's just throwing a few ideas out off the top of my head.
Expect a new direction!
This has actually, as I said, been a desire of mine for some time now. But what it is that has stopped has boiled down to one point. I've been too lazy.
I've been too lazy! And what I mean by that is not that I haven't even tried. I've sat down and started to write on many occasions, but disgusted by what was put forth, I've saved them meaning to expound upon and clarify them later, but I just haven't done it. It's partly a sense of terror at the idea of having writers block, and partly just the lack of initiative to work with the English language long enough to craft something worth reading at all. When I do sit down and bang something out, it's half-assed wordy diarrhea that's melodramatic and not even based in truth or reality (read: an entry I made just recently).
And it's interesting... the idea of being too lazy opens an entire can of worms, incredible pathways of thought and discussion. I could start diatribes going on about how society treats laziness, how I myself have been lazy, how easy or difficult it is for people to be lazy, so on and so forth. That's just throwing a few ideas out off the top of my head.
Expect a new direction!