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liptonrm_backupY'know, Livejournal is a strange beast, a fact that is readily apparent and rather obvious. I've seen better, more interesting people comment on how these posts we all make are nominally personal but not really because we all know that we're talking to a community rather then writing in a real, personal journal so it's this strange combination of the private with the public and I'm sure in some way it's changing the fundamental basis of modern social interaction but I'm a historian, not a sociologist so I won't be able to comment on anything like that for another 20 years, or so.
Anyway, my whole point is that my real life is rather boring and I'm not the most skilled storyteller in the world so I have a hard time making it seem even a modicum more intersting then it actually is. I do, however, have a very active secret pretend world where I go on lots of adventures and meet lots of interesting people but I'll probably never be able to actually write anything coherent about it because while I enjoy meeting these characters I never feel up to the challenge of writing them so I make do with enjoying other people's fanfictional goodness.
And writing is hard, yo, and I'm kinda lazy. ;-)
And the point is ... well, really, there is no point it's just that in some world I have flirted with Josh Lyman and gone on missions for the RHAR for Leo McGarry and gone out drinking with Lewis Nixon and lived in a house in Cleveland with the Scooby Gang while learning how to become a Watcher and attended a magical boarding school in England and helped Mulder and Scully investigate an X-File and worked at a pub in Aldbourne and they've all been very good lives (and you were there and you and you). In those worlds I'm a better, more confident version of myself who doesn't have a weird phone phobia and finishes what she begins and never lets anyone down because, really, there's no point in having secret pretend worlds if one isn't fabulous enough to participate in them. ;-)
And, you know, it's inherently unfair that when I was a kid I read all of those wonderful books like Little House on the Prairie and Ozma of Oz and Little Women and Anne of Green Gables so that I had this idea that men and women were inherently equal only to grow up and realize that the world doesn't have the same opinion. Seriously, what is up with that?
Anyway, my whole point is that my real life is rather boring and I'm not the most skilled storyteller in the world so I have a hard time making it seem even a modicum more intersting then it actually is. I do, however, have a very active secret pretend world where I go on lots of adventures and meet lots of interesting people but I'll probably never be able to actually write anything coherent about it because while I enjoy meeting these characters I never feel up to the challenge of writing them so I make do with enjoying other people's fanfictional goodness.
And writing is hard, yo, and I'm kinda lazy. ;-)
And the point is ... well, really, there is no point it's just that in some world I have flirted with Josh Lyman and gone on missions for the RHAR for Leo McGarry and gone out drinking with Lewis Nixon and lived in a house in Cleveland with the Scooby Gang while learning how to become a Watcher and attended a magical boarding school in England and helped Mulder and Scully investigate an X-File and worked at a pub in Aldbourne and they've all been very good lives (and you were there and you and you). In those worlds I'm a better, more confident version of myself who doesn't have a weird phone phobia and finishes what she begins and never lets anyone down because, really, there's no point in having secret pretend worlds if one isn't fabulous enough to participate in them. ;-)
And, you know, it's inherently unfair that when I was a kid I read all of those wonderful books like Little House on the Prairie and Ozma of Oz and Little Women and Anne of Green Gables so that I had this idea that men and women were inherently equal only to grow up and realize that the world doesn't have the same opinion. Seriously, what is up with that?
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Date: 2005-06-21 07:44 pm (UTC)Lol! Which is exactly why I have three or four WIPs on my hard drive, just sitting there, patiently and futilely waiting to be worked upon.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-21 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 02:49 am (UTC)LOL! I have a friend from college who's an historian by profession. I know what you mean.
At least you're not a pundit, and comment on things as they happen without any info whatsoever.
Luckily, I am a writer, so I comment on things before they happen.
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Date: 2005-06-22 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 05:06 pm (UTC)And don't worry, the bad boys are all ready and waiting for you. ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-23 02:59 am (UTC)Dood, I said