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Ooh, have gotten a bit of writing done. Only the Secret Santa, plus the fics owed, and then, erk. One other thing which I may not finish. :| (I think I need a Larry - i.e., blank smiley - icon.)
Missing Christmas
My parents are missing Christmas.
I don't mean they're not going to be here for Christmas (Well, they won't, actually, but is it strange that I don't really mind very much, just as long as they come back soon with my books and presents? Yes, I'm shallow.), but they really are missing Christmas.
So they're in the US now, right? They called up while I was asleep a couple of days ago and told my brother they'd be leaving Los Angeles on December 24 at 11pm, which is maybe December 25 at 4pm here, I think? Then they're going to travel 23 hours, I think, and somewhere along the way, because timezones work, they'll be speeding by the 25th and landing here on December 26, 11pm.
How wicked is missing Christmas?
Haha, I was talking to Line about it a few days back, told her I'd maybe want to miss my birthday, but not really, now that I think about it. With the whole timezone thing, I realised I could actually also extend a day, and I decided I'd rather extend my birthday than miss it altogether. I'd extend New Year's too, if I could.
I'd want to miss Valentine's Day, I've decided.
What day would you want to miss?
On LJ and the Fandom
Right, so I'm not sure if everyone's heard of or read the anon memes going about lately. I'm too lazy to link, but there's one in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewhiteprophet's journal that's 24 pages long the last time I checked, though I think they're going for CrystalWank proportions, which is to say, around - hm, I forgot how many comments jaig said it was.
Anyway, yeah, so I've been reading some of them, and there are all these things about how anonymous people ("Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you the truth" -Oscar Wilde said it, I think) are telling certain anonymous (and sometimes not-quite-so-anonymous) people on their flist that they get really irritated when the people on their flist post on and on about a) how much they love other people, b) how much life sucks, c) anything else that they don't want to hear, and would these people please shut up because no one cares.
Am I the only one who sees something inherently wrong with that?
I mean. Why friend to begin with? Yes, sure, perhaps because this is fandom, people friend people for certain exclusive reasons, like to read fics or whatever else, but these are also journals, which ideally are supposed to be where people write down what they feel, or what they think, or whatever. It's just - it's the whole point of journals, isn't it? Except now other people can read it, and I have to wonder: Does the fact that people can read it mean that you've got to be conscious of what you write, like that principle in physics about things being affected simply because they are observed?
Now the whole thing's conflicted - you're supposed to write down what YOU feel, but then you've got people on your flist who'll read it, so in the end, who are you supposed to write for?
And, you know, blogging tried a sort of compromise to that, with the whole "friending" thing, and I think people ought to remember where the word comes from originally, because when you become friends with someone, you're not just friends with them because they're funny or talented or a bit like you. When you're friends with someone, eventually, you are friends with who they are, humour and talent and similarities aside.
It's just that now, it's far too easy to friend people, label it as such, and I'm not THAT naive to think that everyone's supposed to have this deep, meaningful relationship with everyone else on their flist - it's unfortunate, and even I don't - but I do think that because these are still journals, people are entitled to write what they want, that because we use the term "friending", we should at least try to accept what our flist writes (or at least, deal with it), and that if we have a problem with what other people are writing, because sometimes it is unavoidable and sometimes maybe certain people just aren't meant to be our friendsbecause they really are gits, then either defriend or skim through them.
To clarify, my real problem was with the whole "shut up about it already because we don't care" bit. I mean, as with friends, it's easy to get annoyed with what people say sometimes, but I don't think it's right to expect or want them to stop talking about it in their own journals. To be honest, after reading those comments I wondered whether I was beginning to annoy people as well, as I do make posts like those and I do have a tendency to post a lot, but I don't really want to worry about it anymore.
I don't think people should feel censored in their own journals.
That said, I've got to admit that there are times when certain posts get on my nerves a bit, but as I am peaceful and serene I've never blamed any of you for it. I friended you, therefore I must live with it. *snerk* If you've found that reading my journal has negative impressions on you, then I am giving you permission now to either skim or defriend.
Otherwise, you'll have to live with it, too.
Missing Christmas
My parents are missing Christmas.
I don't mean they're not going to be here for Christmas (Well, they won't, actually, but is it strange that I don't really mind very much, just as long as they come back soon with my books and presents? Yes, I'm shallow.), but they really are missing Christmas.
So they're in the US now, right? They called up while I was asleep a couple of days ago and told my brother they'd be leaving Los Angeles on December 24 at 11pm, which is maybe December 25 at 4pm here, I think? Then they're going to travel 23 hours, I think, and somewhere along the way, because timezones work, they'll be speeding by the 25th and landing here on December 26, 11pm.
How wicked is missing Christmas?
Haha, I was talking to Line about it a few days back, told her I'd maybe want to miss my birthday, but not really, now that I think about it. With the whole timezone thing, I realised I could actually also extend a day, and I decided I'd rather extend my birthday than miss it altogether. I'd extend New Year's too, if I could.
I'd want to miss Valentine's Day, I've decided.
What day would you want to miss?
On LJ and the Fandom
Right, so I'm not sure if everyone's heard of or read the anon memes going about lately. I'm too lazy to link, but there's one in
thewhiteprophet's journal that's 24 pages long the last time I checked, though I think they're going for CrystalWank proportions, which is to say, around - hm, I forgot how many comments jaig said it was.Anyway, yeah, so I've been reading some of them, and there are all these things about how anonymous people ("Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you the truth" -Oscar Wilde said it, I think) are telling certain anonymous (and sometimes not-quite-so-anonymous) people on their flist that they get really irritated when the people on their flist post on and on about a) how much they love other people, b) how much life sucks, c) anything else that they don't want to hear, and would these people please shut up because no one cares.
Am I the only one who sees something inherently wrong with that?
I mean. Why friend to begin with? Yes, sure, perhaps because this is fandom, people friend people for certain exclusive reasons, like to read fics or whatever else, but these are also journals, which ideally are supposed to be where people write down what they feel, or what they think, or whatever. It's just - it's the whole point of journals, isn't it? Except now other people can read it, and I have to wonder: Does the fact that people can read it mean that you've got to be conscious of what you write, like that principle in physics about things being affected simply because they are observed?
Now the whole thing's conflicted - you're supposed to write down what YOU feel, but then you've got people on your flist who'll read it, so in the end, who are you supposed to write for?
And, you know, blogging tried a sort of compromise to that, with the whole "friending" thing, and I think people ought to remember where the word comes from originally, because when you become friends with someone, you're not just friends with them because they're funny or talented or a bit like you. When you're friends with someone, eventually, you are friends with who they are, humour and talent and similarities aside.
It's just that now, it's far too easy to friend people, label it as such, and I'm not THAT naive to think that everyone's supposed to have this deep, meaningful relationship with everyone else on their flist - it's unfortunate, and even I don't - but I do think that because these are still journals, people are entitled to write what they want, that because we use the term "friending", we should at least try to accept what our flist writes (or at least, deal with it), and that if we have a problem with what other people are writing, because sometimes it is unavoidable and sometimes maybe certain people just aren't meant to be our friends
To clarify, my real problem was with the whole "shut up about it already because we don't care" bit. I mean, as with friends, it's easy to get annoyed with what people say sometimes, but I don't think it's right to expect or want them to stop talking about it in their own journals. To be honest, after reading those comments I wondered whether I was beginning to annoy people as well, as I do make posts like those and I do have a tendency to post a lot, but I don't really want to worry about it anymore.
I don't think people should feel censored in their own journals.
That said, I've got to admit that there are times when certain posts get on my nerves a bit, but as I am peaceful and serene I've never blamed any of you for it. I friended you, therefore I must live with it. *snerk* If you've found that reading my journal has negative impressions on you, then I am giving you permission now to either skim or defriend.
Otherwise, you'll have to live with it, too.
