blabber
Could it be that I am actually posting on LJ after such a long time? I really don't know how this can be. I have always had mixed feelings about blogs and about posting to them. Because as Bill likes to say they are based on two fundamental flaws. The first being that you have something interesting to say and the second that everyone wants to read it. But I don't know. I don't pretend that what I have to say is always incredibly interesting or that people necessarily want to hear it. And I honestly hope that the readership of this doesn't go beyond the people on my friends page. Because to know that other people would be reading this, well to be honest--is a little embarrassing for me. What do I really have to say anyways?
But the more I think I think that Bill's argument is flawed. Not everyone who has a blog is a narcissist and I would say that a good majority of them aren't.
I can also say that I like reading my friends' blogs when I get the chance even though none of them are movie stars or gurus about life. But I would like to think that sometimes we can learn from each other and from our experiences especially if we document them. Maybe if I can manage it, I will start writing more when I return to Russia.
First semester a lot of random things happened and I wish that I had documented those things somewhere, because lets face it--at 23 my memory is already failing me. And sometimes I know I have a good story I just can't always get to it, or I don't remember the order in which everything happened.
I wish that I still knew all of the details about the day when I almost bought ridiculously expensive toilet paper or the day when some random guy bought me and my friend lunch at a pancake stand on the street and wanted one of us to marry his son on an island--and it gets better. He was missing part of one of his fingers and kept waving his half-of-a-finger in our faces. At the time it really heightened the dramatic effect. You will just have to trust me on this one. Or the day that I got locked out of my apartment or the time that I got ripped off by a cab driver. Like those are the things that I would like to remember even though in the grand scheme of things they are really really unimportant. I wouldn't say that they are meaningless, but random things like that shape who I am. And most good stories don't revolve around life-changing events they are just weird or good for a laugh. And most stories about life changing events are sappy--and would probably make better material for Lifetime--though, with that said, they have their place too.
But the more I think I think that Bill's argument is flawed. Not everyone who has a blog is a narcissist and I would say that a good majority of them aren't.
I can also say that I like reading my friends' blogs when I get the chance even though none of them are movie stars or gurus about life. But I would like to think that sometimes we can learn from each other and from our experiences especially if we document them. Maybe if I can manage it, I will start writing more when I return to Russia.
First semester a lot of random things happened and I wish that I had documented those things somewhere, because lets face it--at 23 my memory is already failing me. And sometimes I know I have a good story I just can't always get to it, or I don't remember the order in which everything happened.
I wish that I still knew all of the details about the day when I almost bought ridiculously expensive toilet paper or the day when some random guy bought me and my friend lunch at a pancake stand on the street and wanted one of us to marry his son on an island--and it gets better. He was missing part of one of his fingers and kept waving his half-of-a-finger in our faces. At the time it really heightened the dramatic effect. You will just have to trust me on this one. Or the day that I got locked out of my apartment or the time that I got ripped off by a cab driver. Like those are the things that I would like to remember even though in the grand scheme of things they are really really unimportant. I wouldn't say that they are meaningless, but random things like that shape who I am. And most good stories don't revolve around life-changing events they are just weird or good for a laugh. And most stories about life changing events are sappy--and would probably make better material for Lifetime--though, with that said, they have their place too.