Why I don't write in my journal anymore and other thoughts
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So, I rarely write in this journal anymore. Every once in a while one of you kind souls will poke me (figuratively of course) or simply call me out on that fact.
The problem is that I really don't know what to write.
I've always written in this journal to have fun. For the most part, I wrote what was funny and interesting to me. I took situations from my life and retold them as if my own mind was a spectator to the relative ridiculousness of the world around me.
I flirted with women. I was self deprecating. I lamented not getting laid.
In short, it was a blast. And even now when I'm having a rough day, I can go back and check out my journal and laugh my ass off at something that happened years ago.
The problem is that I don't know how to write from my new perspective as husband and parent. I get started on an anecdote about shopping for diapers at Costco and even I don't want to know how that story ends. Flirting is right out. Discussing getting laid? Boring. Discussing not getting laid? Unseemly.
The world around me seems just as funny but damn if I can figure out how to communicate that in writing. Sadly, if I can't amuse myself, I'll never be motivated to write here anymore.
This post itself doesn't really advance the cause, but at least I'm putting something down on "paper",as it were.
But no numbers? What's that about?
Your comments, questions, concerns and requests for lawn care advice are welcomed.
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So, I rarely write in this journal anymore. Every once in a while one of you kind souls will poke me (figuratively of course) or simply call me out on that fact.
The problem is that I really don't know what to write.
I've always written in this journal to have fun. For the most part, I wrote what was funny and interesting to me. I took situations from my life and retold them as if my own mind was a spectator to the relative ridiculousness of the world around me.
I flirted with women. I was self deprecating. I lamented not getting laid.
In short, it was a blast. And even now when I'm having a rough day, I can go back and check out my journal and laugh my ass off at something that happened years ago.
The problem is that I don't know how to write from my new perspective as husband and parent. I get started on an anecdote about shopping for diapers at Costco and even I don't want to know how that story ends. Flirting is right out. Discussing getting laid? Boring. Discussing not getting laid? Unseemly.
The world around me seems just as funny but damn if I can figure out how to communicate that in writing. Sadly, if I can't amuse myself, I'll never be motivated to write here anymore.
This post itself doesn't really advance the cause, but at least I'm putting something down on "paper",as it were.
But no numbers? What's that about?
Your comments, questions, concerns and requests for lawn care advice are welcomed.
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