What would fit better than a big steaming pile of hypocrisy for my first post?
Now I'm aware that even an ADHD-ridden 8-year-old at a Neon convention could pay enough attention to this thing to notice that todays rant will be about Journals, and I'm also fully briefed on the fact that I am right now using a journal. I'm a hypocrite, so sue me.
Now where was I? Oh yeah. Journals.
The idea of the diary was a novel one when it was kept solely to private use, so that one could keep themselves aware of what pointless thing they did so long ago, (entirely oblivious to the fact that people who write diaries tend to do the same thing again & again, of course) but when it's introduced to the public use, it just becomes hellish.
The only bit of literature written in a journal that was ever interesting, were personal secrets and confessions. I'm sorry, but no one cares that you had a bad day at work, bring on the dirt. Now then, when you add in that public implement, people start to shy away from all that stuff. And with that stuff gone, all you get is bad days, movie reviews and poems. All poorly written by disinterested teens, illiterate children, and impoignant adults.
Thus, I feel that we should go back to hiding our cotton candy pink My First Diaries in the closet, with the key left in the plastic lock. It may not be "modern age" or "up-to-date", but at least it isn't redundant garbage, which no one really needs to read.
Thanks to the people who actually read this, now bring on the flames.
 Premature Pudding · Tue Jun 20, 2006 @ 11:59pm · 0 Comments |
