My blog isn’t my diary, it’s my friend
I was thinking about journals and diaries recently. I don’t like them, something about the way I envision a diary makes it difficult to maintain.
In my head it implies I have to write my feelings down, which I don’t like to do. Something something write it down makes them real, and I don’t want to acknowledge them, something something.
But I felt I needed to write something for my future self. So I created my anti-diary, aka my notebook. Rather than writing about how I feel, I write about what I want.
It’s way more objective, and somehow I think it resonates more with the person I am. Here a list of things I wrote in my notebook:
Commentary about a book I was reading;
Ideas of things to write for the blog;
Things I want to do, step by step;
Books I want to read, in a organizes list;
My attempts at poetry;
Some epiphanies and thoughts I had;
My thought process while creating something;
I actually like doing it so I think it will have a longer life than my jounal.
All that to say, my blog isn’t my diary, it’s my friend (haha! I did it! I said the title!)
When I write in my blog, I do so as if I’m telling a friend something. Explaining something I like, sharing something I did, ranting about a thought I had, showing the photos I took, talking about the books I read and the movies I watched.
I act as if my blog (and the people reading it) were friends interested in my life. I spend a lot of time thinking, “What would be something nice to tell them?”
I'm not saying you, reader, are my friend (I don’t know you, silly). But by all effects, I write as if you are. If you read my posts, maybe you know me better than some people around me.
By now, you may be reading this and thinking, “But my diary is my friend and I do the same thing with it.” If so, good for you, but my diary was not my friend it was my enemy, and I forced myself to write in it.
You may also think my definitions of diary are a little arbitrary and the things I do in my notebook would classify it as a journal, but the problem, as always, lies with me.
I’m the problem. I’m the one making my life difficult and myself miserable. I’m a stubborn, simple creature.
I don’t like diaries, they are too close to myself. I don’t like it.
I like blogs, they are closer to people, and I like people.
I think half of this rant makes much sense, but it is 3am and I can’t think straight anymore. If anything is wrong or I don't like it in the morning I will just delete/edit tomorrow.
Thanks for reading!
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