Monday, February 06, 2006

Journal Life

Well, I just had a revelation about myself. I suck at journaling. Several times in life I have decided how I want to record my thoughts and stories, I get really excited, buy a new notebook or whatever, and set down to journal my life. The first coupla weeks I love it, I make one or two entries a day and feel really good. Then I start running out of exciting or interesting topics (it seems like real life is full of redundancy and repitition to me sometimes...) and so I start making sort of cheesy entries. Then I slowly stop journaling. I see my journal sitting on a pile of books once in a while and think Man I should write something.

Electronic journaling apparently is no different. Crapola. I love reading what other people are up to, I am pretty consistant in checking friends and family blogs, just not motivated to do it myself. What's up? It's the same with pictures. I love to see pictures of trips people take or new family members, but I am the worst photographer. I lived in Mexico for almost three years, doing all sorts of cool photogenic stuff and I think I have maybe four rolls of film developed from that time. One of those rolls I took in the last two days in Mexico when I realized that I had no photos of my time there.

Well, I guess at least I know what I am and I'm content being who I am....

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Believe it or not, I suck at journalling, too. I don't know why blogging is different. Perhaps it is because I've found an online community. Maybe it's because I started participating in weekly blogs, like Thursday 13 and Monday Memories. I don't know.

I do know that I am always happy to hear about your life, and to have you comment upon mine. Even the apparently trivial stuff finds a way to be interesting when we find the time to think about it. I know that I've read some of your examinations of life, and enjoyed them.

I hope that this doesn't mean that you are going to stop altogether.

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