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So ... some days I really miss LiveJournal. Today is one of those days.
I've started SO MANY blogs over the years. I think part of it is a comfort thing, and part of it is a habit. I spent all of middle and high school updating a livejournal, keeping in touch with my friends that way. Or - because it was middle and high school - my frenemies. It was what I would do when I was bored, or when I was feeling things too strongly, or when I was
I have stuck with wordpress the longest, out of all the blogging platforms. But there's a lot of pressure that goes with wordpress ... I used my real name as my username, and that's scary. People can find me on there. I would much rather publicly express my thoughts in anonymity. The internet equivalent of a pen name.
But Livejournal also feels more intimate. You can follow people - find other users with your interests. You may never meet them in person, or learn their real names, but they're your friends. And ... it feels safe.
There was a craze when I was first becoming Internet-literate - when my life first moved to the interwebs - to simultaneously "protect" yourself by hiding your identity, but you knew (wink, wink) that your friends were there for you online. I had more contact with friends that I knew in person online than I did when I was in school.
Probably, none of this is making sense. I took a nap after working for a long time yesterday, and then woke up to watch the blood moon. Probably didn't fall asleep until 3:30 am, then I went to my big girl job. I'm just staying awake for so long now so that I don't totally flip my sleep schedule. It will be bedtime soon.
This is sort of an experiment. I tend to be more myself when I'm journaling, and Livejournal was a big part of my formative years. I don't think ANYONE will read this. But I'm fascinated by the way that people define themselves both publicly and privately in the age of the internet. And so, to be contrary, I've started a "private" journal - in the most public of places.
Public spaces aren't public if no one shows up.
I've started SO MANY blogs over the years. I think part of it is a comfort thing, and part of it is a habit. I spent all of middle and high school updating a livejournal, keeping in touch with my friends that way. Or - because it was middle and high school - my frenemies. It was what I would do when I was bored, or when I was feeling things too strongly, or when I was
I have stuck with wordpress the longest, out of all the blogging platforms. But there's a lot of pressure that goes with wordpress ... I used my real name as my username, and that's scary. People can find me on there. I would much rather publicly express my thoughts in anonymity. The internet equivalent of a pen name.
But Livejournal also feels more intimate. You can follow people - find other users with your interests. You may never meet them in person, or learn their real names, but they're your friends. And ... it feels safe.
There was a craze when I was first becoming Internet-literate - when my life first moved to the interwebs - to simultaneously "protect" yourself by hiding your identity, but you knew (wink, wink) that your friends were there for you online. I had more contact with friends that I knew in person online than I did when I was in school.
Probably, none of this is making sense. I took a nap after working for a long time yesterday, and then woke up to watch the blood moon. Probably didn't fall asleep until 3:30 am, then I went to my big girl job. I'm just staying awake for so long now so that I don't totally flip my sleep schedule. It will be bedtime soon.
This is sort of an experiment. I tend to be more myself when I'm journaling, and Livejournal was a big part of my formative years. I don't think ANYONE will read this. But I'm fascinated by the way that people define themselves both publicly and privately in the age of the internet. And so, to be contrary, I've started a "private" journal - in the most public of places.
Public spaces aren't public if no one shows up.
