Tomasita started her first blog today. I thought, why not? So I'm going to try resurrecting my online journal addiction, yet again. Back in 2000, a close friend encouraged me to start a diary and pointed me to diaryland.com. Steadily, I poured my daily thoughts, emotional shifts and mundane crap into a section of the internet abyss for 3 years at http://www.diaryland.com/hemopoetic, then in another stint at http://livejournal.com/neatobandito.
I'm confused about why I ever stopped since I loved it so much. Possibly, some logical part in my brain overcame the habit because it served no directly practical purpose. Perhaps I ran out of things to write about. It wouldn't surprise me since I'm basically boring.
In any case, writing about this self-proclaimed boring life brought me the clarity to better cope with incoherent bullshit clamoring for attention in my mind. I think writing made room for the more important shit. Shit is shit but there are all kinds of shit. I don't want bullshit, heavy shit, or stupid shit. I want to scoot that shit over to make room for the important shit or shit that counts for something. That's the type of shit that makes life worth actually living.
shit.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed - SHIT.
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