Stupid lame-ass LiveJournal!

[Doobieous]

Why do you people feel the compulsive need to share every single meaningless, trivial detail about your average, inconsequential lives? What traumatic childhood events have scarred you so badly that your sense of self-worth now hinges on your ability to give the world hourly updates on your cat’s irregular bowel movements?

Actually i dont have a compulsive need to “share every single meaniningless, trivial detail about my average, inconsequential life”. In fact, i’ve gone several days without posting to it. And when i first started it, i had gone several months before i posted anything in it. Sometimes I dont have anything to share with my friends.

My childhood was pretty “normal” and untraumatic. I did get teased about for my weight, but that was about all that could be considered “traumatic” (and it hardly is, believe it or not).

What massive misfiring of neurons has led you people to believe that anyone actually cares about half the shit you write?

Well, it’s usually friends who i dont get to talk to on a regular basis who care. I may leave it open for anyone to read, but my friends do read it, and that’s who are really reading it (plus a few people I didnt know). Most of the stuff I do write is mundane, but a lot of the conversations that go on between friends are like that - mundane.

You say you want a community? You’ve got one already - it’s right outside your fucking window. Pick up the phone and call your neighbors, go outside and meet people, go to a concert with your brother or sister, have dinner with your friends. Just don’t sit in front of your computer screen, spewing irrelevant garbage about your sad, little lives. Save your stories and problems for people who actually give a shit about you.

Well, DUH. I doubt any of us who have LJ’s stay cooped up inside, never talking to anyone outside of our LJ’s. I do meet people, it’s called “the bar” or my LGBTQSA club at school. It’s called work, it’s also called my classes. I do have a life outside of my computer (I really only get the hours from 8 - 12 am or so to play on the net. The rest of the time i’m at work, at the gym working out, talking to friends, or having dinner with my parents. LJ takes up a minute fraction of time (my posts take less than 20 minutes to write). The only time i get to post is after work, because I am not allowed to go on the net. I actually have to work.

Oh and for those of you who claim LiveJournal is therapeutic? Fuck you. Write a poem, paint a picture, go up to the roof and shout as loud as you can. Channel your anger and frustration into creative power, don’t be an idiot and document it so you can go back to it someday and feel depressed about shit that has long since ceased to be important.

So, writing is not as valid as painting or drawing? I actually take my frustrations out at the gym. I work out in order to blow off steam. LJ is just a way to let my friends know if i’ve had a shitty day, or if i’m upset about something. It allows friends i dont get to talk to much keep up with me. And when i read about shit that has made me angry (like customers who come into my work who piss me off), it actually makes me laugh at their stupidity, it doesn’t depress me.

LJ is a way for me to organize my thoughts and help me figure out what’s going on in my head. I dont expect replies. Those are a wonderful side-effect of posting. If i wanted my ego fed, i’d find myself a bunch of groupies to swoon over me.

Oh and as to why you’re getting bitched out here…you posted in the pit, dumbass.