November 1, 1999

So you must think, seeing as I am so open to telling you anything on here that I must be a fairly open person in general, right? You'd think. Well, you're wrong.

I have always been a very honest writer. I've been told enough that I'm good at writing, so I tend to believe that I am. It's very easy for me say anything here because, well, I can't see you reading it, and, unless someone says "oh I saw your journal," for all I know, I'm writing to myself. I can write anything. I can completely warp my personality on-line and say whatever I want because, in all reality, you don't know who I am (unless, of course, you do). So what does it matter if I tell you all sorts of deep, dark, secrets because you'll never see me to call me on them.

The reason I tell you this is because it seems I have caused a stir with some of my comments. So, I'm going to add a disclaimer right now by saying that the whole idea of this journal is to give me a means in which to parse out my thoughts and try to make sense of it all. Does that mean it should make sense to you? Yes and no. Yes because I'm a decent writer and try to explain and give background. No because, when all is said and done, this whole thing is just an exercise for me, not for you. I guess that's how my journal is different than others that are on-line. I don't assume that you give a damn what I have to say. I'm saying it for me, not for you. However, I'm allowing you to play the voyeur, if you so desire. So, read what you want. And if you're mentioned, don't take what I have to say too personally. These are just my observations, folks. Just trying to make sense of the unknown.

Off to view some Christopher Lowell.

 

yesterday | calendar | tomorrow