March 28th, 2002

The gentleman is always properly dressed

Listen up!

The hiatus ends here. I’ve been away from this for the better part of two weeks (three?), and it’s starting to drive me nuts.

First off, no, I don’t keep another journal. Even though most of the time I feel like I’m being too revelatory and somehow breaking some unspoken lj etiquette, this is where I write. I’m tired of reacting (perhaps unjustifiably) to the rumblings about how lj should be used. This is the way that I use the tool. I don’t look at it as some sort of glorified newsgroup, because if that was what I wanted, I would have created some kind of glorified newsgroup. If what I’m doing is somehow over the top for you, you’re welcome to stop reading. I will not feel guilty for writing what comes to mind, even if it’s dark and personal and makes you uncomfortable. That I’ve started writing again after 10 years is pretty remarkable, and I’m going to go about this with or without readers. I’m guessing that as I’m slowly getting back in touch with who I am, it’s not necessarily going to be a pretty process. You’re welcome to share if you are so inclined.

That said, if there is something I am certain I don’t want the general public reading, it becomes a private post. I will do this for me and not for you. I’ve given enough ammunition for folks to decide that I’m some sort of maladjusted creep without letting the total dross of my psyche seep into public domain. This might be shocking, but occasionally, when I’m really angry or really frightened, I say things I don’t entirely mean. I’m not going to spam you all with that. Depression and anxiety you can have. Outright feral rage is all mine.

(NOTE: There are other reasons I've not been posting, and I'll talk about those eventually. I needed to rant.)
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