Flammis acribus addictis.
You know, I think I might be scared by my forthcoming location change. Hmm. Woke up in the middle of the night thinking I was meant to be there already. Mild panic ensued until I realised that I wasn't actually meant to be there yet and that all that had woken me up was the insistant pressure in my bladder. Problem dealt with, some hours of new-location-angst-full dreams romped through my lobes. Great.Apparently, people who keep diaries are more likely to suffer from depression than people who don't. No direction in that as yet, but a significant correlation. Hmm. I suppose persistent bouts of introspection could lead to a sort of hyper-self consciousness. Could easily lead into obsession with worries etc. I wonder if it works for blogs too. Mind you, I was told by an old friend (also the guy who got me into blogging many moons ago), that blogs are perfect for dealing with "shit" because "it just gets the stuff out there". Not quite as private as a diary. Perhaps room for more catharsis. Mmm. I stopped keeping a journal some years ago. Have a volume and a half of brooding adolescent angst in a drawer. Keep toying with the idea of destroying them. I mean, I remember perfectly well what that time of my life was like.. I'm not sure what keeping the books would do for me. And then there's the old "but if I die, people might read them". Hmm. But THEN there's the old "trashing them would be like betraying your old self". But then... I am my old self. Still me.
Then there's the question of HOW to destroy a diary. Burning seems traditional. Hurling into the sea is an option, if a somewhat less eco-friendly one. Burial? Too morbid. Melting in acid? Intriguing... Maybe I'll stick them in a safety deposit box and forget about them... a project for calmer times.
It's not as if they have any intrinsic literary worth, in any case. And, millennia from now, it would be truly embarassing if extra-planetary archaeologists stumbled across my diaries and used them as a source for reconstructing our society. Blimey. Scary.
That's it. They burn. And soon. It was the alien archaeologists that did it.
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