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Last night I mentioned to some friends that my old livejournal comes up if you google me and it's embarrassing. Today I revisited it for the first time in a long time and it's even more embarrassing than I remember.
I don't like the person I was, but I think that is good because it means, to some degree, I must like the person I am.
But it's also strange because I don't ever remember being the person who wrote all of these things. Which makes me wonder if the inaccuracy was in my public portrayal of myself or if the inaccuracy is in my memory of myself and the projections of my current self onto my past.
I was going to delete it but then I thought "Why?" and couldn't find an answer I felt satisfied with and didn't feel really tied up in my ego.
I wonder who I will be in five years. Hopefully it doesn't involve twitter.
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I don't like the person I was, but I think that is good because it means, to some degree, I must like the person I am.
But it's also strange because I don't ever remember being the person who wrote all of these things. Which makes me wonder if the inaccuracy was in my public portrayal of myself or if the inaccuracy is in my memory of myself and the projections of my current self onto my past.
I was going to delete it but then I thought "Why?" and couldn't find an answer I felt satisfied with and didn't feel really tied up in my ego.
I wonder who I will be in five years. Hopefully it doesn't involve twitter.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.