Habits
All of a sudden, I’m drowning in a pool of inspiration and I can’t seem to even organize my thoughts anymore. One thing that I have been thinking about is habits. Good ones, bad ones and now that I’m putting it into words, it’s beyond control.
(Intermission: It just hailed in Copenhagen.)
I used to have a good habit of writing a lot. When I was younger, everything went into my little pink diary with a gold padlock on the side. From what I can recall, the cover had pink and white checkers with pictures of straw hats and heels - it was a beautiful thing for a child with dreams. I wrote stories in them, I drew up airline tickets (what? I’ve always wanted to be a flight attendant) and at the back, there was a list of the boys that I had a crush on. Things were really simple back then - didn’t like that boy anymore? Cross them off with your pencil and move on… but that’s another whole can of worms I’d rather not open at this point.
As I got older, my diary became notebooks with endless pages of rants, girl drama and childish goals. I remember I kept a diary with pages of brown recycled paper that I took on my trip to Paris and Nice with my family as a teenager. At that time, I was still madly in love with my last ex-boyfriend and I wrote an entry every single day, documenting what I did and how much I missed him. After the trip, I tore those pages out, rolled them up and tied a ribbon around it… and handed it over to him as a gift. Stupid decision. I guess I never did learn from my mistakes because I did that with a blog link - it was easier, at least and much less effort was required.
See, the thing is that blogs are easy to create, but they are just as easy to forget. They may also be a lot less honest than real diaries. With a click of a button, you can simply make a post private so that no one can read it, and yes, privacy is one of the purposes of a diary. But think about it: with blogs, you now have an audience to tend to, whether it be your friends, family, random people on the Internet. As much as you might try to argue it, you’ve got two ends of a blog. The back end, with all your private thoughts and posts that are in queue - perhaps they won’t make it to the virtual world - and then you have the front end, the one that everyone believes is a true channel of your thoughts, ideas and ultimately, your personality.
Give it some thought. Does your blog really reflect who you are and the life you live, or do you sprinkle some sugar on it and allow it to reflect the life of your alter ego?
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