Well, straight away, I'm going to say that that's a lie. This whole blogging world is obviously new to me (take note - this is blog numero uno...), and even if I eventually become attached and obsessed to this newfangled way of conveying my thoughts, ideas, witticisms, and criticisms to anyone who will read them, I doubt it'll get to the point where I'm requesting congratulations regarding our nuptials. But I'll keep you (you being the collective blogging community? Yes...all those thousands of, er...dozens of, well...maybe 'you' just means whoever happens to happen upon my blog, and then happens to actually read what I happen to have written thus far. Which is a whole lot of nothing up till now. Gah. Bear with me. Or just click the tab that says 'next blog' at the top of this one, and be done with it.) posted about whether or not this public diary grows on me.
Don't let me saying 'diary' scare anyone off (those of you that haven't yet taken me up on my invitation to scedaddle). After discussing the innerworkings of blogging with one of my friends, an adept blogger in his own right, I've learned that blogs are not exactly the place to post deep, dark secrets that one would ordinarilly write down in the notebook they keep hidden under their mattress. Of course, nothing is stopping me from spilling my heart out, saying what makes me tick and what ticks me off, but I'll fend off that self-absorbed teenage girl inside of me and resist the temptation. By 'diary' I simply meant what Chuck Palahniuk stated so clearly in his aptly titled book, Diary (convenent for my point, eh?):
everything is important. every detail. we just don't know why yet. everything is a self-portrait. a diary. your whole drug history's in a strand of your hair. your fingernails. the forensic details. the lining of your stomach is a document. the calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. your teeth give you away. your accent. the wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. everything you do shows your hand.
Thanks, Chuck. So basically, it would be completely unnecessary for me to get up on this virtual soapbox and complain about what happened in school today, gossip about which boys are cute, say what I ate for lunch, mention whether or not I had time for breakfast, etc. etc. After all, everything I write will sketch out my identity anyway (not that I'm hiding it...I'm just saying there actually is no way to hide it...on a blog anyway. After all, your name isn't who you are, that's too simple, too cut/dry) - as CP pointed out, everything that everyone does, from a math test to a urine test will help fill in the bubbles that make up the essence of their human existence. And that concludes my psychoanalysis for the day.
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My sister the philosopher! Amazing writing Jill I liked the dry wit and sarcasm that's brilliant. And I also like how you're on a first name basis with "Chuck" - that's pretty cool too. However, I would say there is a way to hide anything about yourself. When you say "there actually is no way to hide it," I would disagree. Something can only ever be known/realized/unhidden if someone else observes it. The definition of a "fact," for example, is "an observation." So, to extrapolate that, something about you is only ever part of your identity if it is observed. Think about it...
ReplyDeleteO and B-T-Dubs you should change the title of your blog ASAP.
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