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Do you keep a journal or a diary?

I think that it is a great idea and I wish that I could be one of those people who make daily entries marking all of the significant and not so significant details of their lives. Journals are why we know so much about the famous people of yesteryear, they kept journals and their friends and colleagues kept journals as well. Most of the entries would be mind numbingly boring to anyone except the diarist, but the odd date would be interesting.

I have tried to keep a daily record of my life, but for one reason or another, I just can’t seem to keep it going for more than a week at a time. It might be that I am less interested in my life than I should be. It might be that nothing of any interest to anyone happens to me on a daily basis. It might be that I am simply lazy. Every now and then I return to the diary and will promise myself that I will write every day. The next time I look. Months have passed. I suppose that when I am dead the kids will be able to view the diary as a series of snapshots which give a glimpse into what I was feeling at that time.

Part of the reason I don’t keep a diary is that I feel you should be honest when writing in a diary and you can’t be if there is any chance someone will read it before you are dead. Maybe a diary is a window into the real person. Well, a true diary would be, but I suspect that very few people are that honest with themselves. I don’t think I can be honest. The truth is, that more of me (the real me) probably comes out in the blog. What I think and feel to a large degree is in this blog, even though I play pretty fast and loose with the truth.

I just read a few entries from 1983 and 1987, there was mainly comments on the weather, what happened at work, my health, the families health and activities and other mundane things like that. I would like to be able to comment on conversations I had during the day and what I thought of those conversations, but I don’t remember them well enough. I can remember the gist, but accuracy and “gist” don’t always get along.

One of the entries had to do with my brother and his pulling a joint out when visiting mom and dad. I don’t know why he would have done that but it is the kind of thing he does. He played with the kids in the pool and they had a great time. I even called him a good uncle, and he was when he happened to be around the kids. Not so much when he wasn’t. I am hesitant about writing that about my brother because there is a chance, a remote chance that he may read the blog one day and have his feelings hurt. Yep, I am just a softy.

I will continue to try and keep a diary. Journal sounds manlier, but it’s just two words meaning the same thing. Perhaps if I do keep a journal on a regular basis, I will comment on the blog and eventually I will comment on the diary in the blog. Well, like I am doing right now! Awesome, now I have two things I can write on a daily basis that no one reads.

I rock!