LiveJournal Entry: The First
Well, I've gone and done it. I've moved from having an LJ account solely for the purpose of viewing other accounts to actually posting an entry.*
Do all of you who post remember what it was like; your very first post? Was LJ the new thing, or were you jumping on the bandwagon late? Had you been reading the journals of others for a while, getting a taste for all the myriad writing styles out there, and wondering what your's will be, should you decide to do the thing which you can never take back?
Was there performance anxiety? Worries about judgment and critique from your peers? Paralyzing fear and crippling bouts of second-guessing as to the wording, rhetoric, - hell - even the comma placement?
Because that is what I am experiencing. So much so that this entry has been a work in stagnation for 2 weeks already. Which, in retrospect, is absolutely ludicrous.
I won't be looking back at this post with any sense of particular accomplishment. As far as maiden voyages go, this one is starting to look a whole lot like the sister ship of the Britannic's, and I should probably stop here to avoid further damage. Thus, I will.
In closing, it would appear that, in lieu of any actual content for this entry, I have taken the clever tack of using self-reference as a substitute for substance, and I'll add on to that the icing of meta by pointing it out in the first half of this sentence. Bra-vo, move over Noel fucking Coward.
Way to make a first impression, Sallum.
*Nit-pickers will point out that at the time of my writing this entry, I had not actually posted it yet, and thus my claim is invalid, or at best premature. To them I say: if you chose to let causality run your life, I does not and will not matter to me. Ever. Just keep it to the privacy of your own home. Don't tell, don't ask.
Do all of you who post remember what it was like; your very first post? Was LJ the new thing, or were you jumping on the bandwagon late? Had you been reading the journals of others for a while, getting a taste for all the myriad writing styles out there, and wondering what your's will be, should you decide to do the thing which you can never take back?
Was there performance anxiety? Worries about judgment and critique from your peers? Paralyzing fear and crippling bouts of second-guessing as to the wording, rhetoric, - hell - even the comma placement?
Because that is what I am experiencing. So much so that this entry has been a work in stagnation for 2 weeks already. Which, in retrospect, is absolutely ludicrous.
I won't be looking back at this post with any sense of particular accomplishment. As far as maiden voyages go, this one is starting to look a whole lot like the sister ship of the Britannic's, and I should probably stop here to avoid further damage. Thus, I will.
In closing, it would appear that, in lieu of any actual content for this entry, I have taken the clever tack of using self-reference as a substitute for substance, and I'll add on to that the icing of meta by pointing it out in the first half of this sentence. Bra-vo, move over Noel fucking Coward.
Way to make a first impression, Sallum.
*Nit-pickers will point out that at the time of my writing this entry, I had not actually posted it yet, and thus my claim is invalid, or at best premature. To them I say: if you chose to let causality run your life, I does not and will not matter to me. Ever. Just keep it to the privacy of your own home. Don't tell, don't ask.