The beginning is the end is the beginning.

[insomnia]

So, what next?!

It's been ten years..... or, alternately, 14 months.

I left because I was bored of LJ... and, perhaps, bored of the myself I let myself become.

And you know what? I blame the collective *you* in a way, and not perhaps in a fair way, but thereyago. It's not personal, but it is what it is.

Let me explain... I created this journal

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[tinceiri]

*applauds*

[virginia_fell]

Glad to read an entry from you again, whatever you have to say. It's interesting and it's worth reading because it's you. So thanks.

[delusionalangel]

Ah yes, LJ slave labor! At least it got me a few people who have been on my friends list for over 10 years now, some beyond LJ.

Welcome back. I've always figured a person's LJ should be what they want it to be, if your friends don't like it they can click to defriend just as easily as they clicked to friend you.

[saint_monkey]

I've been doing the personal journal thing for a long long while. When I was younger, before the internet, I carried a journal in which I wrote everything I thought, and I left it out in the open and encouraged anyone interested to read it, just don't be alarmed if you find that I call you a jerk at some point in there, after all, it's MY journal. I put this to the ultimate test, when my mother read 12 of my journal notebooks dating from that post high school exploration period, on a cross-country car trip with me.

Livejournal was such a great extension of this, but now that I am much older I find that I am censoring my journal. Not because I am afraid of my audience, but because in this tough market, I am afraid of losing my job, or having something public that might make an employer feel less than stellar about me. I am getting to the point that I may lose out on interviews simply because of my age, and I have hostages to fortune that depend upon me (my house! my cat needs cat food!)

[insomnia]

I don't think it's fair to say that you have hostages to fortune, exactly.

Really, why write things off to random fortune, when it seems pretty likely that others have plans for them, their future, and you other than yourself.

[booo_urns]

1) Long time no post, glad to see you're alive.

2) The overall tone of this entry to me screams "written while drunk" or otherwise chemically altered.

[insomnia]

Nope. That's me being as unfiltered as possible. No drugs needed.

Drugs make me drugged, whereas reality tends to make me more intense, brooding, and/or disturbingly different than most.

...oftentimes, I wish there were a good drug to deal with such things.