On the note of Journalism...
I deleted my AAAAArgh post. I tried to edit it shorter with a brackets (times one million) in the center, but i couldn't click the post and publish button because it was waay on the right side of the screen, and i had no means to scroll there.
Thanks so much for the concern, I'm glad people react to my outbursts, even if it's online. Thank you Kristal, Thank you Cassandra, Thank you Kentie. I was very very frustrated about something, but you know what? I've forgotten what it is. It makes me smile to say this because I had logged on to Blogger, fully intending to type down what got me so worked up, but being worked up, i never wrote it down. I just typed AAArgh. Now it's been awhile since then, and i sincerely can't remember what it was. I really can't, I'm so happy. Gosh this is good.
Some time ago I talked about my "Smoky Mind Thoughts" theory. See? It works! That frustration i felt has dissipated, never to return, like smoke, because i hadn't immortalized it in writing when i was not myself in rage and sorrow. I'm trying to think back to what it was, but i can't. Haha! I CAN'T!
That's why after I had that theory, I resolved to immortalize only the joyful and meaningful times I've had. When I read back on my past, I'd feel the warmth of my friends, elation of events, and mini enlightenments I've had to various little insights. I'd think What a lovely life i've had.
One point I thought it'd be self denial. But I don't think so now. I think it's good to do so.
You see, I kept a written diary from Primary 6 to IMD Yr1 first term. I wrote between 1 and 7 times a week. The weeks i didn't write, i was busy enjoying myself. When I had the greatest times, I was too excited to settle down and write, or too exhuasted from all the excitement to write. When I was feeling crappy, I found myself and my journal alone, and I explored the literary depths of sorrow description. Alas everytime I read back to my old accounts, visions and feelings would come back to me, and i'd feel bad like the way i did when i wrote it.
In IMD Yr1, i realized this: That all this was self-denial. I was denying myself the recollection of all the joy in my life, and only the sadness. If I couldn't find the energy or time write when i was happy, i told myself i wouldn't write when i'm sad. In the end i stopped writing. Then I started blogging.
I don't really know how i should conclude this story. I'll just leave it at that. I feel stupid being so self indulgent in my writing sometimes. I know i'm not smart enough to write about issues or life rather than MY issues and MY life. I suppose it's normal, but I've seen such amazing insightful blogs that hardly seem to refer to themselves, they seem to be refering to me, reading it. Here, sometimes i'm writing for myself, sometimes i'm writing for the people i think look at this page.
So there.
I deleted my AAAAArgh post. I tried to edit it shorter with a brackets (times one million) in the center, but i couldn't click the post and publish button because it was waay on the right side of the screen, and i had no means to scroll there.
Thanks so much for the concern, I'm glad people react to my outbursts, even if it's online. Thank you Kristal, Thank you Cassandra, Thank you Kentie. I was very very frustrated about something, but you know what? I've forgotten what it is. It makes me smile to say this because I had logged on to Blogger, fully intending to type down what got me so worked up, but being worked up, i never wrote it down. I just typed AAArgh. Now it's been awhile since then, and i sincerely can't remember what it was. I really can't, I'm so happy. Gosh this is good.
Some time ago I talked about my "Smoky Mind Thoughts" theory. See? It works! That frustration i felt has dissipated, never to return, like smoke, because i hadn't immortalized it in writing when i was not myself in rage and sorrow. I'm trying to think back to what it was, but i can't. Haha! I CAN'T!
That's why after I had that theory, I resolved to immortalize only the joyful and meaningful times I've had. When I read back on my past, I'd feel the warmth of my friends, elation of events, and mini enlightenments I've had to various little insights. I'd think What a lovely life i've had.
One point I thought it'd be self denial. But I don't think so now. I think it's good to do so.
You see, I kept a written diary from Primary 6 to IMD Yr1 first term. I wrote between 1 and 7 times a week. The weeks i didn't write, i was busy enjoying myself. When I had the greatest times, I was too excited to settle down and write, or too exhuasted from all the excitement to write. When I was feeling crappy, I found myself and my journal alone, and I explored the literary depths of sorrow description. Alas everytime I read back to my old accounts, visions and feelings would come back to me, and i'd feel bad like the way i did when i wrote it.
In IMD Yr1, i realized this: That all this was self-denial. I was denying myself the recollection of all the joy in my life, and only the sadness. If I couldn't find the energy or time write when i was happy, i told myself i wouldn't write when i'm sad. In the end i stopped writing. Then I started blogging.
I don't really know how i should conclude this story. I'll just leave it at that. I feel stupid being so self indulgent in my writing sometimes. I know i'm not smart enough to write about issues or life rather than MY issues and MY life. I suppose it's normal, but I've seen such amazing insightful blogs that hardly seem to refer to themselves, they seem to be refering to me, reading it. Here, sometimes i'm writing for myself, sometimes i'm writing for the people i think look at this page.
So there.
Sid found concrete manifestation for abstract/complicated/foolish/affected/inebrieted musings at 5:08 AM
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