I'm both a veteran and new to this, if that's possible, and I think every single one of us that's writing here is looking for some sort of recognition. You might say that it's for yourself, that you don't care if no one reads it and it just helps you sort things through, but our eyes all light up when 'Comment' says (1), and I won't pretend I'm not one of them. That having been said, I've browsed through a couple hundred personal blogs over the past week or so, and only really felt a connection to (and jealousy of) the honesty of two of them so far. One is Grace who just reminds me of myself when I was her age, and the other is Jack, whose list of 100 things (yes, I read the whole thing, too) would be beyond my soul-spilling abilities at this point. But I'm getting there. But you're both superstars in my book for being able to express your worlds like you do. And I feel like I'm doing something wrong and sneaky by reading it sometimes, but that's why it's there.
When I was around 15 my mother read my journal. HATED her. Maybe this blog is my own sick personal irony. More so if I let her read it. Which I doubt.
- deahsella
- "We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in introspection." Anais Nin "Immerse your soul in love." Radiohead
2 comments:
I read it.
I appreciate the recognition, yes, you are correct. I think it is a way for me to see if my writing is really insane ranting, or actually has an underlying meaning that others connect to. It has definitely helped of late. I'm glad that you find a connection in my journal to your younger self, because in the end, I think that is the main reason I write. To connect. I love your blog by the way
grace
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