some of these people who write five times a day...I dunno. i just wonder about them. Do they get out much and live full lives away from LJ? Seems that, if they do, they can't wait to get home and write about it, or else they seem to write every god darned thing out their buttocks.

alive with the sound of a keyboard? in tune with the universe and just so inspired so as to upload every single thought/breath/emotion?

I wonder if these people could have better, more fulfilling lives if they stepped away from LJ for a few days or weeks even. I wonder if these people keep paper journals in the same vein when away from home then transcribe asap after getting home.

I wonder if this sounds I am feeling so superior or derogatory? I can't help but feel at least a *little* better than these people...heaven knows I was never so bad as to upload three or four sentence entries every one to three hours of a day.

I could never just sit myself down and force myself to write. That's my problem with prose and poetry...you need to force yourself to write a lot, just get yourself into a routine where it's strange to *not* write...I can't do that to myself. I have always been too free spirited, too independent... the way I see it is this...if it is meant to come forth, the time and opportunity will be readily apparent and the means will be available. Thats pretty much how the journal gets. Getting older...jesus It amazes me to think I'll be 26 in a week...age seems to smooth the ripples and things just don't come up so often now...at least, things worth putting up on the internet. In a way, good. In the same way, very very very bad...
My old journal died because those moments came fewer and fewer. They essentially stopped all together unless I forced myself to it...

But then, so much of this five times a day populace have nothing to really say or add to the human condition!

God I feel like an ass writing this...who am I to criticize someone else's life or thoughts? Just because I think I have things under wraps and I'm not so manic depressive anymore...that I have the right to question how other people document themselves? To question the very way they live their life? Maybe it's more frustration over how worthless the internet has become? At the onset of public access is was this whole brave new world and everyone was excited to post these incredible idea, or their artwork, or pictures...things worth spreading as far and as wide as possible...as FAST as possible. Now, on the other hand...people post entries in such a format as LJ depicting their newest tattoo or body piercing or their latest bubblegum boyfriend... Seems the internet has become so cheapened...Still! I am not the caretaker of the internet...I am no copy writer or publicest saying yes, yes, no, no, a most *empahtic* NO fucking WAY! Perhaps this is just frustration speaking.

Or maybe, on the other hand...is it *precisely* me that has the right?, having BEEN so glued to the internet, to documenting my life and looking here, on this electronic world, for my salvation...Maybe I *should* be criticizing others...or at least worrying about them? 

Do i have the compassion to honestly worry about so many total strangers because they maybe spend too much time in front of a computer, spewing themselves as exactly as I spew myself now? 

Can I be so pompeous as to assert myself as having evolved or become a "better, more enlightened" person than all these others? After all, I am not the first to think these very thoughts. None of us can truely have original thoughts anymore...none of us are *truly* unique anymore...as much as our parents, our teachers, or Nike ads would have us believe. Everything I do, someone else has done before me. The same with my thoughts. At best I am a minority. It doesn't mean that I stop all thought or actions because it is no longer ground fucking breaing stuff. I live my life the way I see fit, and along the way, I try to make the world a better place for it. This place, Earth, is such a huge mess... 

current mood:  contemplative
current music: Radiohead _Amnesiac_ 

I don't know if I stopped going to my talkers because my depression started to lift...or if my depression started to lift and I stopped chatting...but once I started to feel better, I stopped. 

All this to say, I think your observations are valid... :)

Yet...without change there is no evolution of the mind or the body. Entropy forces us, by default, to DEevolve...Only those who actively embrace change can further the progression of the human race (and well...whether or not that is a noble or even good thing is another topic entirely)...but more importantly, themselves (and THAT is the good part). 

And the internet...well it all ties in I suppose--one time, six or seven years ago (god has it really been that long?) it was a very large change...a good one for some, a bad one for others...and for the rest; well the jury is still out. I am glad to hear, however, how you overcame your addiction to it. That is what I saw my experience as, and it seems yours as well. 

So...change isn't always good...and that is why we fear it so. Some things cannot be changed back. 

Such is life! 
 

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