I think everyone here journals for the comments. What’s the point in posting, if not? We could all save these little entries in a Word document in some hidden folder on our computers if we didn’t want people to read them, like them, say something about them. I don’t know; it’s possible this is a projection, but this time I really don’t think so.
So what becomes of a journal deferred? That is, what happens to an entry that passes through the “Recent journal entries” list and is dumped into the “My Journal” page, commentless? Most of us probably regard that entry as a silly mistake. “Damn it,” we say. “Why did I post it? Now it’s just sitting there, all naked and stupid.” When really no one notices if one or two or even eight of your entries don’t have comments on them because everyone’s waiting for their own entries to collect its comments. It’s something I used to worry about though, I think, when I was posting regularly like three or four years ago. Well I don’t know if I was ever posting regularly. I’ve never quite fit it in online communities; oddly, I find the real life ones more comfortable.
Jeff’s interview with David Sedaris really rekindled my interest in him. I had only read “Me Talk Pretty One Day,” but now intend to zoom through all of his books, ending with the most recent. Why not? He’s a literary-comedic talent (despite his popularity), and I’m very fond of his quaint style.
Well, time for some late night ice cream. I’ve unintentionally lost like 25 lbs from being a bit sick the past few months, and I intend to get at least a small portion of it back now that my appetite is full swing. Hello, Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard. It’s a pleasure to eat you.