The Journal About Journaling
Journaling has always had this sort of allure to me. A journal is essentially a work-and-progress autobiography, and writing about myself is my second favorite thing to do, behind dreaming about myself. Like dreaming, however, I can’t seem to write about myself with any consistency. With myself firmly in my mind ever since babyhood, I have attempted to journal at every major marker of my boyhood and manchildhood. I’d probably have a multi-volume saga by now if I continued with them all.
Apart from one diary in high school, none of my journaling attempts have had more entries than this video journal. Each petered out before I ever needed to sharpen a pencil. Handwriting made my hand cramp, and nothing I wrote really interested me. My days were either mundane or drenched in angst. I don’t need a journal to remember that I play video games just about every day. I have a website for that.
As with my other journals, this video journal won’t have introspective nuggets every time, and I don’t intend to force myself to make them. That causes hernias. Instead, I will unleash whatever I may have concocted on publication days, and if all that happens to be is a haiku, then you’ll get a haiku, damn it.
So, if you so wish,
Send me your thoughts and comments.
Floss regularly.