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To Post, Or Not To Post

Journal-browsing today, I was struck by the number of people who wrote about being down, needing help, being stuck on something or someone, or could use some cheering up.

I fought the urge to comment and try and help them all. I don't know their situations, and my curiosity might not get a warm reception. I couldn't find a specific reason why I have that instinct to aid, but I think it comes from when I was younger and having to earn every piece of respect, much less friendship.

Like magic, I guess I respond to need. To give a hand or an ear where important, where it'll make a difference.

I was the guy on the dorm floor who got more 3 am visits from people who couldn't sleep than the RA. And regardless of what it did for my sleep schedule, it was always worth the time.

- Pookah

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ekilon
Jan. 21st, 2001 06:56 pm (UTC)
dude... posting in YOUR journal...
There are those times when I feel like I need a little bit of melancholy in my life. I don't want it to be all loud and happy and silly. I'd just like to sit back and maybe be a little sore from too much running the day before. Listen to some quiet music that makes me shiver. Curl up and wish I could hug my cat. This is the point at which some other peoples' journals become useful. There're things that they write that I don't relate to at all until I'm down.

Then there're those times when I'm in a standard mode for me: Loving life and all the people. The average person who bothers to write on LJ usually actually has something to say, and if they don't... well, then. Badeep, new random user.

I'm beginning to question whether I use the service more to record or feed my moods.
pookah
Jan. 21st, 2001 09:07 pm (UTC)
Is it the reflector or the director
I've had my moments, days even, of riding the down notes. It's usually how I deal with it all and get it out of my system ... to let it out and let it go. Even I couldn't deal with happy-silly all the time. Heh. And you can get a sense of when it's a set-in melancholy or just a bad mood. You can usually tell from tone.

What brings me to write my journal is not my moods, but my brain and my short-term short-circuited memory. Over time, I remember faces but not names, concepts but not ideas, songs but not notes. In the moment, I can get over-focused and almost obsess over details. So ... how better to remember all the minutiae that can slip by ... and all the ideas that zip across my mind.

What brings me to read journals is to get a sense of the person, and hopefully see yet another perspective of life. Not necessarily anything so overwrought as "the human condition." There's a distinct viewpoint that everybody brings to life, and this is a good chance to get a bit closer to seeing through different eyes. I've put on different eyes enough myself, and too often.

Hmm, I'm not sure that came out right, but I hope so.

- Pookah
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