About a year ago, one of my friends told me that for every book he reads, he writes down his feelings about it in brief, the names of the main characters, and the major plot points just to keep. I have been wanting to do something similar for a long time. I know I know, you say there are websites to do book reviews, you have one linked RIGHT HERE! But I don't really want to REVIEW books, I just want to be able to capture how they made me feel, and what I carry away. Cheesy, cheesy, sorry, I should have warned you.
I keep this blog around, though it's been six years, not so much as a platform to write and reach out, but a platform to remember. It's interesting to me to read back through old old entries, and kind of remember those events, but not really remember the exact feelings until I read. Over time, my memory of the past becomes tainted by retrospect. I know differently NOW, so I think about the past differently than I did when it was actually happening. Which is GREAT, because teenage angst sucks, and I think I rode that wave through a couple years of college too, eeeks. Sometimes, I regret not being able to really place myself back there though. Not that living in the past should be a desirable skill lol, but it seems like a luxury to indulge in occasionally.
KEEP A JOURNAL, you say. I have in the past, and they are illegible and gross, I've never read more than a page at a time because then I cringe so hard it's almost like a grand mal.
Also, physically writing on paper is slower, and I get so lazy about it.
Most blogs I read are geared towards readers. They are themed, they are cohesive. This is not really a blog? More like a personal journal on the internet? No theme, no cohesiveness, no problem! Internet vulnerability at its most shameless hooray. I don't really know what I'm about yet, so transitively, I also don't really know what this little corner of the internet is about either? Lately, I have felt a little bit of blog shame though. A while ago, I was like FUCK IT, LET'S LINK, and I linked my google+ profile/email to this blog. AFTER 6 YEARS. Not that I ever blogged anonymously, but I loved that it was semi anonymous. My anti-conformist way of social media-ing- atleast that was the fantasy. But now I feel icky about it. I'm 22, ew, why is my corner of the internet so packed with feels and angst, and bad fiction? But still, I am reluctant to delete it, or make it private, and I am not sure why yet...
I feel like I have grown out of it in a way, but it's important for me to keep it or keep at it, because this used to be something I loved.
(^^aditi's sometimes unhealthy approach to relationships in a nutshell right there.)
I keep this blog around, though it's been six years, not so much as a platform to write and reach out, but a platform to remember. It's interesting to me to read back through old old entries, and kind of remember those events, but not really remember the exact feelings until I read. Over time, my memory of the past becomes tainted by retrospect. I know differently NOW, so I think about the past differently than I did when it was actually happening. Which is GREAT, because teenage angst sucks, and I think I rode that wave through a couple years of college too, eeeks. Sometimes, I regret not being able to really place myself back there though. Not that living in the past should be a desirable skill lol, but it seems like a luxury to indulge in occasionally.
KEEP A JOURNAL, you say. I have in the past, and they are illegible and gross, I've never read more than a page at a time because then I cringe so hard it's almost like a grand mal.
Also, physically writing on paper is slower, and I get so lazy about it.
Most blogs I read are geared towards readers. They are themed, they are cohesive. This is not really a blog? More like a personal journal on the internet? No theme, no cohesiveness, no problem! Internet vulnerability at its most shameless hooray. I don't really know what I'm about yet, so transitively, I also don't really know what this little corner of the internet is about either? Lately, I have felt a little bit of blog shame though. A while ago, I was like FUCK IT, LET'S LINK, and I linked my google+ profile/email to this blog. AFTER 6 YEARS. Not that I ever blogged anonymously, but I loved that it was semi anonymous. My anti-conformist way of social media-ing- atleast that was the fantasy. But now I feel icky about it. I'm 22, ew, why is my corner of the internet so packed with feels and angst, and bad fiction? But still, I am reluctant to delete it, or make it private, and I am not sure why yet...
I feel like I have grown out of it in a way, but it's important for me to keep it or keep at it, because this used to be something I loved.
(^^aditi's sometimes unhealthy approach to relationships in a nutshell right there.)
