Perhaps the term is "bloguer"
I know why I didn’t want a journal. It’s a much easier question to answer than why I *do* want a journal. I don’t want a journal because I’m a listener (or on blogs, “voyuer” might be a better term). I’m a gatherer of information, just soak up knowledge, useful or not.
Reading other people’s blogs I can do, though in my short foray into the Livejournal universe I’ve mostly gathered information I didn’t really want to know. Then I contemplate on this information for days, weeks, months…. and at this point, the truly gifted produce some amazing work of art of opinion, sculpting the knowledge with chiseling words. Me, I most just keep on contemplating. I horde the information like a packrat with no idea what I’m going to do with it.
Why I created a journal was also easy – I had to in order to reply to a post. (Ack! I’m a lemming!) And now that I have a blog, I feel compelled to add to it, though I’m not currently in a phase in my life where significantly interesting things are happening. The most interesting thing this week was that I was trying to buy a bag of M&M’s and I ended up buying 2 bags of sunflower seeds instead, which I gave away because I don’t like sunflower seeds. I can make an interesting story out of that, but it’s not much material to work with.
Instead of attempting to write anything useful last night, instead I made a new icon. I feel like a superhero when I look at it. And I feel good because I created it myself and I have -0- artisitic abilities. Mornings are my most creative time. I’m going to use it for work purposes this morning. Wait, I just discovered I can be my own friend on Livejournal. I wonder if by friending myself (or not friending myself) I’m making some sort of psychological statement. <—–note: this is an example of information that I’ll contemplate for a while. Produce anything constructive with it? I think not.
