Rambling

I used to keep a paper journal. Sometimes I still write in it, but rarely. More often, when I have a thought that I want to record, I post it on this blog. It always turns out more generic, but I'm really okay with that. My fingers flying across the keyboard are more accurate than a pen on paper. It's really skipping a step for me; the words appear on the screen as I'm thinking them, whereas when I'm writing there's a mental gap, a bridge that I have to cross to make the words appear. There's more of a stream-of-consciousness effect with a keyboard. Plus there's the added bonus of being able to backspace, to erase mistakes, to word my thoughts with precision.

I've kept a paper journal since I was in kindergarten. That's over fifteen years of my life, recorded on paper. I'm currently in the process of archiving the past six years of my life, transferring the blog posts from the internet to a word processing document, so I can print them and have a copy on paper that somewhat matches the medium of tradition for me. I don't even know why I'm writing this now, except for the fact that it seems important and posting it to my blog is easier, more convenient than pulling out my notebook, finding a pen, turning on a light, and taking the time to write it all down. It's kind of sad that this is how it's turned out; from real writing to just typing my thoughts onto a screen, no medium, no thought process behind it. Just moving my fingers as my mind sees fit. There isn't even a connection between the two. My mind has a thought and my fingers express it. It's weird, you know?

I think it's representative of where society is going. We've become a people that facilitates the notion of "think before you speak;" actions come before thoughts, and the consequences are ignored almost entirely.

Tonight I was at a bar in my hometown and it was so surreal; I saw the most random collection of people from my past. And as I was leaving, I saw this guy I knew and this girl I didn't (though I think she was a friend of a friend) all over each other in a semi-private corner outside. And it just exemplifies what we've become; think first, act next, deal with it later. Will either of them remember what happened at 1:15 am? Will either of them care?

I don't really know where I'm going with this post. I'm a bit drunk and I'm just letting my fingers do the talking. How uncommon is that?