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[my_window_seat]

I realized recently that this journal isn't such an interesting space anymore.  Like my life, it's become almost exclusively self-referential and, to anyone but myself and the couple people who like to keep tabs on me in lieu of my actual physical presence  - speaking of which, I'm sorry Nikki - I won't be able to make Sunday this week - paper to finish and then rehearsal...

Anywho, it's gotten pretty boring around here lately.

This displeases me.

One of the main reasons I keep an online journal now instead of an offline one is because - well, honestly, the feedback is important to me.  Writing something down for my own eyes is helpful for clarification - to a point.  But the difference between putting something on a page and just leaving it there is that, even if the problem is better defined, it's still often the same problem - just with fancier doodling in the margins.

What's nice about being here - writing here - is that sometimes, other people take a look at what I'm mulling over, and from their perspective, it looks a bit different.  Sometimes someone will take a moment to say what it looks like from where they're standing or offer insight gained from their own experiences in the same vein.

It's still a little like talking to myself - but I get more than just the voices in my head in response.  And a lot of the time, the Peanut Gallery has wisdom I greatly need - even sometimes if it's just of the humorous variety.  Sometimes that's even the best of it - the outside snickering response that puts the seemingly insurmountable into much more mountable perspective.

I appreciate you all.  Srsly.  Yup.

Anyway - I'm sorry this journal has been more a Swamp of the Self tha anything else for quite a while now.  I like having you all, my intarweb buds, on the home team - but it bums me out, thinking about how this has been such a one woman show for such a stretch.  I miss - bringing the interesting and the fun to your Friends pages.

I'm thinking that if I can't find a way to remedy this situation soon, I may put this here blog on the shelf for a bit.  Let the weeds grow up a little until I can make with the examination of the world outside again.

Should I go on hiatus, I'm sure I'll keep reading about you all, because darned if I don't enjoy the hell out of living your lives vicariously.  I may go mum for a bit, but darn tootin' - I'll be lurking.  Lurk, lurk, lurk. 

Boo!

:: sigh ::

We'll see what we shall see.

Cheers, Friends.

G'night.

Comments

[sinaesthesia.livejournal.com]

I think several of us are going through this slump. Mine's mostly about weird medical shite, and I'm sure that's terribly exicting.

Sometimes you just need a place to vent, and sometimes venting is boring.

[my-window-seat.livejournal.com]

I *like* hearing how you're doing - I mean, I don't like that you're having to deal with this crap, because that just *sucks* - but I want to know how you're doing and what you're up to, so what you have to say is always interesting to me.

Huh. Something to ponder.

Ponder, ponder, ponder.

[jackandhishat.livejournal.com]

It's your journal, hon - do as much or as little with it as you wish. I do enjoy reading about your daily life, even if I don't reply. *hugs*

[my-window-seat.livejournal.com]

One does at least wish one's friends would update their journals more often. I mean, just in general. Not that I'm thinking of anyone in particular. :: coffs ::

What?

:P

[elegantdreams.livejournal.com]

you know, I have had the opposite problem, I have been not using my journal at all, and I feel horribly guilty about it.
Keep posting love, and anyone that does not want to read what you have to say, well they do not have to.
N

[my-window-seat.livejournal.com]

See above comment to Mr. Matt. Interpret as you see fit. Not that I'm, you know, hinting or anything.

:: whistles, looks around room ::

[elegantdreams.livejournal.com]

ah, I left an update last week, and not a single reply from anyone, *sniffle*
nyah nyah nyah nayh nyah

*hugs*
it was good to see you tonight!
N