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[goddessdster]

Yesterday I went to a local comics and zine fest and it was good and awesome.  I came home feeling like I do every time I attend similar events, feeling invigorated and bursting with the urge to be creative.  Of course, whenpreviously encountering this feeling, I wrote about it in my journal and never really followed through.  Last night, as I was

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[dr_tectonic]

I don't read as many novels as I used to, and sometimes I feel bad about that, and sometimes I manage to remember that it's not like I stopped reading, it's that nowadays I spend an awful lot of time reading online journals instead. Sometimes I got onto my friends-of-friends page here on LJ and read through the personal stories of people I don't even know, their losses and gains and how they feel about them, and the good ones are just fascinating. I'm kind of envious of how open some of them are, because whenever I have emotional turmoil and try to post about it, by the time I'm a quarter of the way through writing it up, I've mostly processed through it and am sick to death of it and can't stand the prospect of people commenting on it when all I want is for my limbic system to catch up to my thinky-brain and finish burning through all the hormones and whatnot and calm down so that I can be done with it.

What I'm saying is, I'm grateful that so many people put their pleas for attention personal stories out there to share, and that

[goddessdster]

So, in a way, writing about turmoil serves the same purpose, in that it helps us process how we are emotionally reacting to a given situation or set of circumstances. For you, it seems the processing is most of the point, whereas for me connecting with others through shared experiences is the additional icing on top of the point. I keep a written journal for straight "Do not want feedback" processing, but sometimes I also need the extra boost of a "I totally get where you're coming from," or "I'm thinking of you," or even some brilliant radical pragmatism from a certain handsome physicist to shake me out of my funk.

It's possible those who make zines would be insulted by my comparing what they do to what I do, or even referring to it as something demeaning-sounding as "pleas for attention." But then I remember that "pleas for attention" is only demeaning if one thinks it is, and I don't think it is, so there. Also, my blog.

So whatevs, dude. I still love you best (aside from Ann, because, Ann).

[dr_tectonic]

But then I remember that "pleas for attention" is only demeaning if one thinks it is, and I don't think it is, so there. Also, my blog.

Well-said! Excellently pragmatic.

(aside from Ann, because, Ann)

Well, DUH. Obviously!

[ajodasso]

You are pretty. And I agree with this post 100%; saying so fucking what was the most liberating thing I ever did (I think I did it several years ago when shit got bad, and I haven't looked back; I refuse to apologize for being too raw, damaged, and forward about my experiences in this world).

[goddessdster]

I do appreciate the rawness and vulnerability of your posts and certainly think of you when I consider those bloggers who have been a willing tour guide into a life-not-mine. Thank you for sharing.

I hope you heal well from your surgery! <3

[nitasee]

I will think of a better reply later, but for now let me say you are pretty. And you have never needed to apologize for any of you posts --nor should you. I'mglad you reveal yourself here. I just wish I could be there with you, sharing a pot of tea and conversation.

[goddessdster]

Well, tea and conversation are beyond perfect. I've often also felt this space was my attempt to recreate virtually what I'm not getting regularly in life. I mean, tea, well. That one's easy. I can get my own tea, I guess.

But I do conversate waaaay too much inside my own head. I'm so glad I started telling myself, You know, this sounds like a decent lj post, why don't I take it there? as a way to circumvent the constant thinking and engage with others. Thank you for letting me know you are here and still reading. <3