3 posts from June 2008

QotD:

Why do you blog?
Submitted by littleduckling.

I started blogging as a way to have a diary without running the risk that my parents may find it, rummaging through my drawers. I started blogging since (I think) 1998 because I felt that online, my identity and my journal was less at risk of being exposed. You could always use pseudonyms, though I didn't. I didn't because I didn't think my parents would be web savvy enough then to know about blogs and how to search for one.

Now, I don't use a pseudonym either because I think I'm comfortable enough with my thoughts to not mind my parents knowing what I'm thinking. My thoughts are part of me, and I've come to accept them.

Now, I also blog because I have opinions that I don't think people will have the time to sit down with me to listen to. Everybody's so busy with the Internet these days. I think it's sad that the Internet has eaten up our face-to-face interaction time. When was the last time you talked about anything really really deep with friends in person? But it's all right. The way I figure, friends can still get to know how I've grown as a person online when they are free. And I can share my thoughts when I am free. We can play catch up this way, even though our free times don't coincide and we hardly hang out anymore.

I still don't blog my deepest darkest secrets online, of course. Those, I leave in the recesses of my mind.

QotD:

If you had to write your autobiography in 6 words, what would you write?
Submitted by mitzie.

I think the person who came up with this might have been thinking of Caesar's "Veni, Veci, Vedi", better known to us degenerate lot as "I came, I saw, I conquered". I'm feeling a little game tonight, so I'm going to try to put down my own little 6-word autobiography (and allow for it to be used on my tombstone) and reduce it gradually from 6 words to 1.

"Lived life with eyes wide open."
This is my 6-word one. I refused to be hoodwinked or to have any wool or anything else pulled over my eyes to obscure the truth from me. Ask me if I'll take the blue pill or the red pill and see how far down the rabbit hole goes.

"I made good my word."
is my 5-word one. I hope that I'll be able to stick to my principles and my guns even in the face of great temptation and difficulty.

"At least I tried."
This is my 4-word one just in case they run out of space on my miserable tombstone. I don't even think I'll have one actually. People should appreciate people for the effort they put in, and not only for the achievements they attained.

"I don't care."
This special 3-word treat is reserved for people who don't try, who give excuses for not doing anything to alleviate their own suffering, for their otherwise unproductive behaviour and for digging their own graves. I don't care about your pathetic excuses or your pathetic circumstances. You're unhappy about something, just do something about it instead of whine and moan. You're just not worth my time.

"I loved."
This is so important. I think this is so super important, it's the most important thing in the world. Did I mention it's super ultra duper important. You haven't lived if you haven't loved.

"Next!"
This, I think, will be on my budget tombstone because I'll be so curious about what happens next. "Why" comes as a really close contender because I think it's my all-time favourite word, a word that sums me up. I'm curious. I can't help it.

My, I am in a peachy mood today! :)

What could we do to create a world with less violence?

I don't think we can. Is that sad?