Journaling.
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2020 5:57 pm
I recognize that posting this thread here is somewhat counter productive to the point I am making, and yet somehow, it's also not. Read on if you want to see me ramble somewhat coherently and kind of introspectively.
I had a very literal shower thought in the shower just now. I've been trying to kick social media for a while. I used to be hopelessly addicted to Reddit, it took a WHILE before I was successfully able to get off that site and not really look back. I've logged back in maybe twice in the past 6 months lol. I've pretty successfully kicked FaceBook other than using it as a messenger to keep in touch with people. I've been trying to kick twitter too and have had absolutely no success. I am a very vocal and opinionated person and I recognize that what is keeping me there is this incessant need to scream all of these vocal and opinionated thoughts. I need SOME sort of platform to show off or I'll implode, basically. I'm kind of dramatic and kind of annoying. This isn't a self drag it's just the truth and I am really not sorry.
But.... I know for a fact I didn't rely on social media so much in middle and high school. Sure, the internet was different then, but also I had accounts on lots of places and yet the only one I religiously used was here on VGF, which hardly counts. That's the opposite of now! I'm more of a lurker than anything here and I spam all these other corporate-owned incessantly ad-ridden cesspools so much more. Why??
Well there's a lot of psychology about what makes those sites addicting, but that's not quite all of it. I asked myself how it is that I was able to express my thoughts and feelings and creations in middle and high school without the need to shout them on twitter and watch likes stack up and wonder what i'm hoping to get out of it before doing the same thing again the next hour.
And while I'm sure the true answer is much more complicated and nuanced, I think I realized that there is a huge thing I used to do a lot of that I don't really do at all anymore.
Jouraling.
..."Journaling" is a very generous term for it, but basically, in school I was always bored and frustrated so I would doodle and write in the margins of my notes. I had a ritual at the end of each year where I would go through my notes and tear out all of the pages that had my thoughts and drawings and messages between friends etc., because I wanted to keep those, and then threw out the rest because who gives a ****. I still have all of those pages from as far back as middle school.
It was a side effect of being forced to sit through long classes every day, but I developed a healthy outlet for myself that had as much or little audience as I wanted it to. Some doodles were collaborative, some notes were meant for friends; others were private. It was for no audience, it was for my enjoyment and communication with direct and immediate friends. And also just creativity! Unfiltered creativity!
(I literally have an entire chapter of self-insert Professor Layton fanfiction in one of these notebooks that the rest of the world is never, ever going to see.)
I know life changes, the world changes, and you cannot expect everything that used to work to work the way it once did. That said, it is pretty much objectively true that - without realizing it - me turning from these private forms of expression to public forums and curated platforms where I am (however consciously) filtering them through the lens of a perceived audience, is significantly less healthy.
It's so necessary to have private spaces. To not feel as if your every single thought and word and creation must be valued or appreciated by others. I got out of the shower and wrote a like 6 page essay in this Marauders-themed calendar my roommate got me that has a **** ton of blank pages because I am horrible at scheduling stuff. The blank calendar pages are now free reign for thoughts and doodles. I'd been drawing in it before, but would then make the fallacy of posting everything right after. **** that. This is my private sketchbook of thoughts and feelings and if something in it is really cool SURE I'll share it, but for the most part this is my escape from the insanity that is the modern **** internet.
Anyway, just sharing this here because despite my best efforts of wanting to use this private journal to express myself in favor of ranting on twitter and refreshing for those Likes TM; I still am missing that aspect of human connection and sharing those thoughts that makes it special (like passing notes in class lololololol). But at least if I post this here, in long form and in a space full of people I've known for a long time (and others less - hello everyone!); it will be a more engaging and positive experience.
I had a very literal shower thought in the shower just now. I've been trying to kick social media for a while. I used to be hopelessly addicted to Reddit, it took a WHILE before I was successfully able to get off that site and not really look back. I've logged back in maybe twice in the past 6 months lol. I've pretty successfully kicked FaceBook other than using it as a messenger to keep in touch with people. I've been trying to kick twitter too and have had absolutely no success. I am a very vocal and opinionated person and I recognize that what is keeping me there is this incessant need to scream all of these vocal and opinionated thoughts. I need SOME sort of platform to show off or I'll implode, basically. I'm kind of dramatic and kind of annoying. This isn't a self drag it's just the truth and I am really not sorry.
But.... I know for a fact I didn't rely on social media so much in middle and high school. Sure, the internet was different then, but also I had accounts on lots of places and yet the only one I religiously used was here on VGF, which hardly counts. That's the opposite of now! I'm more of a lurker than anything here and I spam all these other corporate-owned incessantly ad-ridden cesspools so much more. Why??
Well there's a lot of psychology about what makes those sites addicting, but that's not quite all of it. I asked myself how it is that I was able to express my thoughts and feelings and creations in middle and high school without the need to shout them on twitter and watch likes stack up and wonder what i'm hoping to get out of it before doing the same thing again the next hour.
And while I'm sure the true answer is much more complicated and nuanced, I think I realized that there is a huge thing I used to do a lot of that I don't really do at all anymore.
Jouraling.
..."Journaling" is a very generous term for it, but basically, in school I was always bored and frustrated so I would doodle and write in the margins of my notes. I had a ritual at the end of each year where I would go through my notes and tear out all of the pages that had my thoughts and drawings and messages between friends etc., because I wanted to keep those, and then threw out the rest because who gives a ****. I still have all of those pages from as far back as middle school.
It was a side effect of being forced to sit through long classes every day, but I developed a healthy outlet for myself that had as much or little audience as I wanted it to. Some doodles were collaborative, some notes were meant for friends; others were private. It was for no audience, it was for my enjoyment and communication with direct and immediate friends. And also just creativity! Unfiltered creativity!
(I literally have an entire chapter of self-insert Professor Layton fanfiction in one of these notebooks that the rest of the world is never, ever going to see.)
I know life changes, the world changes, and you cannot expect everything that used to work to work the way it once did. That said, it is pretty much objectively true that - without realizing it - me turning from these private forms of expression to public forums and curated platforms where I am (however consciously) filtering them through the lens of a perceived audience, is significantly less healthy.
It's so necessary to have private spaces. To not feel as if your every single thought and word and creation must be valued or appreciated by others. I got out of the shower and wrote a like 6 page essay in this Marauders-themed calendar my roommate got me that has a **** ton of blank pages because I am horrible at scheduling stuff. The blank calendar pages are now free reign for thoughts and doodles. I'd been drawing in it before, but would then make the fallacy of posting everything right after. **** that. This is my private sketchbook of thoughts and feelings and if something in it is really cool SURE I'll share it, but for the most part this is my escape from the insanity that is the modern **** internet.
Anyway, just sharing this here because despite my best efforts of wanting to use this private journal to express myself in favor of ranting on twitter and refreshing for those Likes TM; I still am missing that aspect of human connection and sharing those thoughts that makes it special (like passing notes in class lololololol). But at least if I post this here, in long form and in a space full of people I've known for a long time (and others less - hello everyone!); it will be a more engaging and positive experience.