Sorry. Just... sorry.
I would just like to apologize to everyone everywhere for the earlier contents of my Livejournal. Even to people who can't read. There are no excuses.
On a whim, I decided to peruse my oldest entries which I haven't read for at least a year or two. And, well... good God, y'all. I am truly sorry that I was ever such a douchebag. Such douchebaggery should not be stood for. I think teenagers should be outlawed. In fact, if anyone is willing to back me up on this, I can have a bill proposal to Parliament by Monday. Unless Parliament isn't open on the weekends. I'll have to look into that.
What's funny though, is that I'll probably be apologizing for this entry and others like it in another year or two. It's very incremental, and I'll just have to grovel for forgiveness every few years when I look back and shudder. I suppose that's a vaguely inspiring notion; getting better is always preferable to getting worse. But getting better at what, exactly? What are the real differences between my entries now and my entires three or four years ago? Well, for one, my language is considerably cleaner. I shrink inwardly each time I read an expletive in my 2006-2007 entries, because they sound so unnatural. It's just awkwardly painful, because I remember forcing myself to write like that, because that's just what people did -- or at least, it's what the people that I knew did. I also like to think these entries are a little less pompous and performative... apart from that 'recipe for living' one a few posts back. Just... I'm sorry. If you've read it, then you could argue that I was high, and that's always a winning excuse. But also, it's not really true, so possibly not quite as effective.
On a whim, I decided to peruse my oldest entries which I haven't read for at least a year or two. And, well... good God, y'all. I am truly sorry that I was ever such a douchebag. Such douchebaggery should not be stood for. I think teenagers should be outlawed. In fact, if anyone is willing to back me up on this, I can have a bill proposal to Parliament by Monday. Unless Parliament isn't open on the weekends. I'll have to look into that.
What's funny though, is that I'll probably be apologizing for this entry and others like it in another year or two. It's very incremental, and I'll just have to grovel for forgiveness every few years when I look back and shudder. I suppose that's a vaguely inspiring notion; getting better is always preferable to getting worse. But getting better at what, exactly? What are the real differences between my entries now and my entires three or four years ago? Well, for one, my language is considerably cleaner. I shrink inwardly each time I read an expletive in my 2006-2007 entries, because they sound so unnatural. It's just awkwardly painful, because I remember forcing myself to write like that, because that's just what people did -- or at least, it's what the people that I knew did. I also like to think these entries are a little less pompous and performative... apart from that 'recipe for living' one a few posts back. Just... I'm sorry. If you've read it, then you could argue that I was high, and that's always a winning excuse. But also, it's not really true, so possibly not quite as effective.