The Clear Extrovert's Journal. . .
Jul. 31st, 2005 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doodlemaierI don't really even know why I looked into it, I guess because I've been curious as of late how and why random strangers visit my journal from time to time (which is totally fine, BTW, otherwise I'd lock it all down). This particular one was obviously that of a runner. Most entries had to do with distance and time, some even mentioned goals (those being less time/more miles, but that was it . . .I guess he posted them to compare stats with his running buddies.) There was an entry about the birth of his son on Thursday - this many pounds, that many ounces and how that, somehow, slated him for the NFL at some point in the future (I hate to disappoint you dad, but junior weighs right around what I did as a newborn and I am decidedly *not NFL material*. That kid's gonna have a character all his own.) Somewhere in the comments for that one someone had to ask if the kid had a name (Dad, are you all there? I realize it appears to be no more than a mewling lump of flesh but if you nurture it, they eventually become people, maybe even a linebacker!) Another entry was about having lunch with some gold medalist on the presidential yacht, so he's some sort of mover/shaker-type, I assume, but he must do that all the time because there was no mention of any personal impact. Not a thought, not a feeling, not even an opinion - just the facts, ma'am. Stats only.
I don't mean to sound critical; anyone can use their journal for anything they want, and more power to them as far as I'm concerned. I'm sure he'd have similar only opposite criticisms of mine,' There's nothing tangible here. There's no continuity, this is totally irrational nonsense.' Well, true enough! With mine I like to try to bridge the gap between events that happen to me on the outside with the impacts that they elicit on the inside. Yes, I'm exploring that connection in words and images.
Even before reading this guy's journal, I was kicking around the idea of recording the 'stats as usual' and putting them at the bottom of each entry in coded form - beers consumed:009; mileage:057; money-out:37.95; money-in:00.00, minutes-meditation: 30.00, etc, etc. and it would look something like (009/057/37.95/00.00/30.00/. . .), and all I'd have to do is keep the formula straight. But then it dawned on me that I don't keep track of that kind of shit to begin with. Why start now?
It was just a bizarre excursion into the experience of a totally random person's life. But it makes me appreciate who I am that much more.
I don't mean to sound critical; anyone can use their journal for anything they want, and more power to them as far as I'm concerned. I'm sure he'd have similar only opposite criticisms of mine,' There's nothing tangible here. There's no continuity, this is totally irrational nonsense.' Well, true enough! With mine I like to try to bridge the gap between events that happen to me on the outside with the impacts that they elicit on the inside. Yes, I'm exploring that connection in words and images.
Even before reading this guy's journal, I was kicking around the idea of recording the 'stats as usual' and putting them at the bottom of each entry in coded form - beers consumed:009; mileage:057; money-out:37.95; money-in:00.00, minutes-meditation: 30.00, etc, etc. and it would look something like (009/057/37.95/00.00/30.00/. . .), and all I'd have to do is keep the formula straight. But then it dawned on me that I don't keep track of that kind of shit to begin with. Why start now?
It was just a bizarre excursion into the experience of a totally random person's life. But it makes me appreciate who I am that much more.
