I think that it rules that people read my diary and then write about it. That is one of the more gratifying things about having a journal in a community.
D*land is cool among journal communities, too. I think that everyone here is a bit closer than other journal communities, not that I’d have any experience with that. I think that it has to do with the way it’s laid out. Or perhaps just the trend. Dunno.
We are all on one domain, always nodding to our friends.
Hey, one question though. I know I’m *mostly* honest about how I deep down feel about stuff. Are you? Do you put down what you really feel about things or do you put down more and more front the more friends you make on D*land?
Because everyone, I’m pretty sure, reaches the point where they have made a few friends that they think read their diary’s on a regular basis, and so they feel the need to perform to “keep readership”. (Or perhaps that’s just me).
You know, the idea that who wants to read about someone’s boring problems when they have problems of their own to solve.
But I think our kind, d*land people that is, like to fix problems. But more than that, we are secret (or not-so-secret) voyeurs who like to *read* about other peoples problems. Satisfies the drama queen in all of us. Y’see, we don’t actually have to get involved with the drama, but we still get to experience it as if we were there. I mean, we *are* reading first hand accounts of the drama.
Or maybe that’s just me. I’ve grown accustomed to a certain level of craziness in my life, but I don’t like to deal with the fallout.
Well, let me re-phrase this… I have had my share and your share and your sister’s share of crazyness in my life in the last 4 years. I like to read about other peoples crazyness in an attempt to justify my inordinate amout of crazyness that occurs in my life and perhaps to offer a creamy noughat of wisdom here or there.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Um, yeah, I’m mostly rambling today. This entry was really a ploy to use this awesome quote of the entry I found in Celine’s diary just now.
Quote of the Entry: “[Dad] laughed, and said. “poet. yeah right, poet. i’m a landscaper. I ACTUALLY DIG THE DITCHES. poets don’t dig the ditches.”
i’ve been digging ditches all day long,