All the Beating Drums
Funny how we say that we write for ourselves, and then we post it online for the world to see. i've realized recently that every single post of mine, every single entry, whether nonsensical or a passing mood, is written for you. is written so that someone somewhere will read it and say
"i know exactly how you feel".
i forgot that for a bit, and i wondered why i couldn't write anything remotely good anymore. not on my online journal, not in my journal-journal, the one i hide from every searching eye and curious mind.
but i recently watched this short film that was written by a good friend of mine,
revolver02, directed by another friend, sharlene tan, and where another good friend
ginon was the assistant director. in fact, the whole crew was made up of good friends and the two stars in the short are two of the bestest friends anyone can ask for on this yucky planet obsessed with skinny girls and sarcarstic intellectuals who spit out venomous comments just to make themselves feel better.
wait, that's not the point.
the point is, i watched this and said
"Gosh. that's why i wanted to write in the first place."
if i could write anything that makes anyone feel the way i felt when i watched this honest and silly short, i'd be a happy, fulfilled woman. cos really, that's what writing, this whole livejournal thing, magazines, letters, is about. it's about saying something and touching someone else, or pissing off some douchebag who can't take anything lightly. did i spell douchebag right?
either way, when you affect someone else with something you've just written, whether in a negative or positive manner, i say WRITE! WRITE, I TELL YA!
(also, to all negative and anonymous commenters who have something shitty to say about anyone's journal, what the hell are you doing reading every entry anyway? stop being negative when you can't even admit that you just love reading these random bubbles of... randomness)
"i know exactly how you feel".
i forgot that for a bit, and i wondered why i couldn't write anything remotely good anymore. not on my online journal, not in my journal-journal, the one i hide from every searching eye and curious mind.
but i recently watched this short film that was written by a good friend of mine,
revolver02, directed by another friend, sharlene tan, and where another good friend
ginon was the assistant director. in fact, the whole crew was made up of good friends and the two stars in the short are two of the bestest friends anyone can ask for on this yucky planet obsessed with skinny girls and sarcarstic intellectuals who spit out venomous comments just to make themselves feel better.
wait, that's not the point.
the point is, i watched this and said
"Gosh. that's why i wanted to write in the first place."
if i could write anything that makes anyone feel the way i felt when i watched this honest and silly short, i'd be a happy, fulfilled woman. cos really, that's what writing, this whole livejournal thing, magazines, letters, is about. it's about saying something and touching someone else, or pissing off some douchebag who can't take anything lightly. did i spell douchebag right?
either way, when you affect someone else with something you've just written, whether in a negative or positive manner, i say WRITE! WRITE, I TELL YA!
(also, to all negative and anonymous commenters who have something shitty to say about anyone's journal, what the hell are you doing reading every entry anyway? stop being negative when you can't even admit that you just love reading these random bubbles of... randomness)