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June 5, 2004 Well shit...another four years have passed. I feel ancient. I was one of the early adopter "bloggers" but way back when in the golden years we just simply called it our online journals. Now "blogging" has become an online phenomenon with even marketing people perking their ears up to see if perhaps this is perhaps where the next new idea will come from. Four years...damn. When I look back on my writing I did back in the 90s I can still feel the emotions of every word I wrote. I can identify every person I was writing about even though I never named them in the journal. Back then in those teenage years everything was always so ripe with emotion...I'm glad I captured it in my writings. I can't relate to that line of thought and emotion now. I don't know if it's because I've seen and experienced alot more so the naivety I may have held is gone. But I thought that way when I was 17, so maybe in another 4 years I will say the same thing I'm saying now about what I'm writing today. Maybe it's because I'm more comfortable in my safety bubble of what I know - and won't extend myself past that because it requires effort and I'm usually wiped from a long day at work. When you stay within what you know, the level of emotion will, most often then not, stay level. I came back from travelling and felt my eyes were opened. Then I settled back into working my ass off to finish off my two degrees. All this stress and no sleep only to realize then when they shoved you off into the "real world" the ease at which you once thought you could get a job in your field was not there. So you start looking at jobs you never thought you would look at. Flush those degrees down the loo will you? So I lucked out mind you. I ended up doing something that kinda fell within the path of what I studied but more so provides some continuous learning and challenges. But I work hard...I sacrifice my social life for work. Apparently I should have read my previous journal entry a long while back, because I entered back into the rat race, and I think I continue to match head's with this one random person out there in "corporate america" who is also a socially deprived workacoholic and we are challenging eachother to go faster and harder but neither of us are seeing the finish line. Will there ever be a finish line? Sometimes I overthink things. I think I am overthinking. But damn I haven't been laid in awhile... Recent Entries: They said she left awhile ago... Haunted Musings Betrayal |