APHIE'S RANTS AND PIECES

picking up the pieces of a broken dream in whispers and shades

December 28, 2005 - Rob Thomas Concert Review -

December 24, 2005 - shortest entry ever on nothing else but Love -

December 20, 2005 - Hate it or Love it... -

December 11, 2005 - Long time coming, but this is good -

May 24, 2005 - Loads of gorgeous girls...not in here -

2001-09-18 - 9:21 a.m. - What do we need online journals for anyway?


Some times we find ourselves fascinated by the most obscure things, things that hav always been around us but we have always ignored or not really taken notice of in a deeper sense of it.

For example, the big question, why do we keep journals online where the whole world can read our thoughts and judge us as psychos or morally decadent people nonetheless?

To Aphie, a journal is like a spokesperson that airs those thoughts to people who can't judge her or know her enough to assume that she is psychopathically repressive or morally unjust. It is also a forum where she does not expect to get answers from. Most times, we tell our friends, family or ::shudders:: online friends these personal, horrid, sometimes acrid things about our lives and we expect that it would bring some kind of closure or realization in them getting to know the kind of person we really are or what we really think deep down inside.

If they like our thoughts or most times, if they don't they could make a decision on it, and put it to us however futile, on how it tallies or contrasts with their own world view. And sometimes, they just don't say anything. They just keep their motha fucking mouths (or in the case of online friends keypads) shut, and say absolutely nothing.

It makes you want to yell out, "I just fucking told you something personal and deeply disturbing about myself, and you are just gonna keep your mouth fucking mouth closed like wind passed through it?"

However, there is nothing whatsoever you can do. You cannot force them to say or air their feelings about your piece. You can't. Hence this is where a journal comes in. In a journal, you are not expecting any answers, or commentary or in Aphie's case (judging from her few hits) any readers. She just wants to say it...say how she feels, feel free, not to be judged not to be questioned, not to be hassled, just to fucking say, "Hey I feel scared, angry, insecure, upset, curse or have strange dreams involving some rock stars and helluva don't care about it sometimes, or all the time or intentionally most times to keep sane. Do you?"

And judging from the other entries on all the online journals and weblogs, we all do, in some minute or the other lead other lives far from the ones we tell our friends, family ::shudders again:: online friends.

With that, she shall commence her next entry


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