melissa and i went to see julie & julia this evening with some of her friends. i knew next to nothing about what was about, and thought it was kind of neat that it was about a blogger. it was the first time i've ever heard the word 'blog' used in a movie, much less be the a major element in a film. it was interesting, in some ways it made me want to give up blogging. it's a strange activity, you write a log, an online diary and people read it. it can get people into trouble or bring people together. it can be narcissistic, it can be a soap box. there's a lot of people, like julie powell, who get hundreds of comments on one specific entry, i find that so bizarre! when i get one entry from a complete stranger it makes me feel uncomfortable, and if it's anonymous i generally delete it. i don't think i could read a blog of someone i don't know, but i guess that springs from what i view blogs to be, or specifically how i view my blog. i worry some times that it's all "me me me" or "i i i", i cringe if i have multiple paragraphs that start with the word "i" in one entry. but sometimes i remind myself that this is my outlet, it's where i talk about the contents of my brain. it's sometimes where i process stuff, and share what's going on in my head. it's not a two way conversation, so i forgive myself for my talking about my thoughts and feelings or opinions and activities.
she wept in the kitchen. this little girl with big tears. my heart broke when i saw her, because i've cried those tears, quite recently actually. it blew my mind that such a little girl would cry over such an adult problem. or perhaps i'm an adult who cries over childish misunderstandings.
i wonder why it's so much easier having faith in someone else's life. to believe that a friend's life is going to work out perfectly and everything is going to be ok. but then when it's our own lives we have no confidence at all. it's strange. maybe we're just lazy with others, or aren't afraid, or maybe we're just more reasonable and sensible about other peoples lives.
the best part about days off is the night before – knowing i don't have to go to work the next day. fantastic.
can i handle the seasons of my life?
3 comments:
I figure that if people don't want to hear all about me, than they should just avoid my blog. And the beauty of blogs is that they can!
I say, go ahead and talk all about YOU. If it's not of interest to people, they wouldn't be here. I'm interested, and I hope you keep blogging.
(Uh, Oh! Both paragraphs in this comment started with "I".)
haha. i like that your paragraphs both started with "i". it just goes to show that's normal.
it's true. thanks for the assurance that i'm not unusually "i" preoccupied.
Regarding the night before a day off, you are absolutely right. On the other hand, the night before your first day back to work tends to be a downer! I often have trouble getting to sleep on the night before the first day back. Today is my first day back.
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