Про**ала опять.
11 августа исполнилось 3 года с тех пор как я завела этот дневник.
читать дальшеВначале это было скорее шагом социализации. У всех были дайрики и я решила поробовать. Первое время как-то все не клеилось. Мои посты были продиктованы скорее желанием делиться. Вопрос был с кем. У меня было очень мало ПЧ по сравнению с другими людьми и меня это огорчало. Но со временем я поняла: почему люди должны на меня подписываться, если я не подписываюсь к людям? Я не вступаю в сообщества, не участвую в дискуссиях. Если мне нет дела до других, почему они должны интересоваться мной?
На данный момент реально у меня около 20 ПЧ, комментит из которых от силы 10. Избранных - 12, не считая сообществ. И мне этого достаточно.
Then I switched to English mostly. And it became much easier. Since I write my actual diary that way. Since then for me this diary became more than a blog filled with spam, it became a means of self-expression. It's almost a need. Whenever I watch or read something, have some interesting experience or a thought I become restless until I put it all down. It doesn't matter whether it's a post dealing with deep existential questions or a picpam, there're all important to me.
At one point I seriously contemplated going to lj, but I decided against it in the end. Just because I'd get more comments is too shallow a reason. And it's too late, really. Currently my diary has 35 pages, which is what? about 700 posts?
Right now I'm mostly satisfied with the way things are. I don't have many readers, but come to think of it, I have all the people that matter and that's what counts. I write posts first and foremost for myself. It is a diary after all. Some posts don't require comments at all. Sometimes I do get a little bit upset when I don't get any for days, but I can get over it. After all, too often I myself am too lazy to comment or just can't find anything to say.
This diary became an important part of my life. Rather that means of communication it's an outlet for my thoughts and feelings, an archive for my memories and a kind of creative work.
Happy belated Birthday, Dear Diary!