Also
I apparently fucking love making livejournal posts. I really think this would be the chosen way to waste my time if I never picked up World of Warcraft. I'd probably sit around (during my free time, which is exceedingly scarce lately) and post inane drivel that floats across the landscape of my mind all day. Heaven help your friends' page on LJ, Matthew would come by like a literary wrecking ball and destroy all the other posts made your friends or the communities you are a part of.
I think also that posting on the forums for so long has instilled in me a deep and abiding fear of long paragraphs, particularly when typing. It isn't so bad when I'm writing something on physical paper but when I hit the keyboard I'm deathly afraid of the dreaded "WALL OF TEXT." Something about reading words written on actual paper makes it easier to endure long sentences - though I admit that when I come across one of those in a book like "Howards End" I get a little anxious. (Howards End, by the way, is an English novel written around the very end of the Victorian era, detailing the epic struggle of two sisters to get married and live happily ever after with some wealthy dude. More or less. Yeah, it's gripping.)
These posts never really have any rhyme or reason to them, which I imagine makes them rather difficult to want to read for you. After all, mosts of my friends on my friends list are college students themselves - you all have to deal with abstract ideas and highfalutin vocabulary during your daily lives. Why should you want to hear one from a friend, especially when you know it's just rambling? Still, I know one or two of you actually take the time to sift through my long posts, and for that I thank you - people like you are truly the reason I even bother posting on Livejournal.
Maybe it's the latent attention whore in me coming out, but I really don't feel as if a cathartic release is worth it unless there are witnesses. I'm not afraid to bare my soul to almost anybody, though there are a few (some, even, are my LJ friends) that I would hesitate opening up to. You probably DON'T know who you are...after all, everyone likes to believe that their friends trust and admire them, and would come to them for advice if necessary.
That's not the case with all my friends, though. Only a select few of them, or you, are people I can actually comfortably approach.
But at least I have friends like that. That's a blessing.
I think also that posting on the forums for so long has instilled in me a deep and abiding fear of long paragraphs, particularly when typing. It isn't so bad when I'm writing something on physical paper but when I hit the keyboard I'm deathly afraid of the dreaded "WALL OF TEXT." Something about reading words written on actual paper makes it easier to endure long sentences - though I admit that when I come across one of those in a book like "Howards End" I get a little anxious. (Howards End, by the way, is an English novel written around the very end of the Victorian era, detailing the epic struggle of two sisters to get married and live happily ever after with some wealthy dude. More or less. Yeah, it's gripping.)
These posts never really have any rhyme or reason to them, which I imagine makes them rather difficult to want to read for you. After all, mosts of my friends on my friends list are college students themselves - you all have to deal with abstract ideas and highfalutin vocabulary during your daily lives. Why should you want to hear one from a friend, especially when you know it's just rambling? Still, I know one or two of you actually take the time to sift through my long posts, and for that I thank you - people like you are truly the reason I even bother posting on Livejournal.
Maybe it's the latent attention whore in me coming out, but I really don't feel as if a cathartic release is worth it unless there are witnesses. I'm not afraid to bare my soul to almost anybody, though there are a few (some, even, are my LJ friends) that I would hesitate opening up to. You probably DON'T know who you are...after all, everyone likes to believe that their friends trust and admire them, and would come to them for advice if necessary.
That's not the case with all my friends, though. Only a select few of them, or you, are people I can actually comfortably approach.
But at least I have friends like that. That's a blessing.