Why do I have a LiveJournal when I already have a Blog...which nobody reads anyway?
So, now I have a LiveJournal. Which I must regularly update out of a fear that random people who read it might otherwise believe that nothing interesting ever happens to me. Which is true. But I don't want random strangers to know that. I don't really want random strangers to know anything about me. That's just creepy. Unless they're stalkers, of course. Then, they've put in the effort. They deserve a little something in return. Of course, stalkers aren't really random, and this whole discussion is both inane and theoretical since I don't have a stalker; have never had a stalker; nor am I likely to ever have a stalker.
Great. Now I'm depressed. This is why I hate online journals. They have an eerie way of exposing the inadequacies of your life to you. If I wanted that, I would keep seeing my therapist. Instead, I prefer the wonders of cognitive dissonance, which artfully glosses over the more unfortunate and bland details of my meagre existence. In fact, I have high hopes that I might one day actually move beyond dissonance to actually creating false memories of my own life. Yeah. That would be sweet.
Anyway, I believe I'm done here. This should be enough material to get me off in court as not criminally responsible by reason of mental disorder. Thanks, Matt. I owe you one.
Great. Now I'm depressed. This is why I hate online journals. They have an eerie way of exposing the inadequacies of your life to you. If I wanted that, I would keep seeing my therapist. Instead, I prefer the wonders of cognitive dissonance, which artfully glosses over the more unfortunate and bland details of my meagre existence. In fact, I have high hopes that I might one day actually move beyond dissonance to actually creating false memories of my own life. Yeah. That would be sweet.
Anyway, I believe I'm done here. This should be enough material to get me off in court as not criminally responsible by reason of mental disorder. Thanks, Matt. I owe you one.