It's about Time

I have been reading some people’s Xangas and blogs and I realized that when people have nothing to really talk about on their web-journals, they say everything and anything. The cummulative effect is something that is like literary diherea, people writing about every minute detail of their lives in superb boring detail. They don’t voice any opinions or make any sort of attempt at commentary or storytelling – they just vomit up everything from brushing their teeth to their sex habits and expect it to be enthralling. Somehow people seem to have latched onto this phenomenon and, quite frankly, I blame Sarah Jessica Parker and the cunningly dumb writing of Sex and the City. These two factors seem to have convinced America that as long as you had a laptop and a few sour apple martinis around midnight, anything you trip out onto the keys will be Voltaire. I beg to differ.

On a different note: do you ever meet someone and think you know them, but then time passes and then the space of time allows you to see them in a completely different light (in this case a positive one). I find myself in this very situation with an old friend and I cannot be sure if it is I, who has softened, or she, who has matured. Possibly both.

Completely Unrelated to both previous topics: I miss Dahvi, the girl drives me crazy but she has gotten into my blood or something. Also, I would like to state for the record that although Dahvi recounts her life in detail on Melo she knows how to write a story. See her journal for a good example of how to write about everything and still be interesting.