are you always running a blog-esque critical commentary on everything that happens in your life, leaving you a detached, uninvolved shadow of a person, not knowing what it means to live?

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This is a problem for me.

― Aaron A., Saturday, 2 April 2005 23:48 (twenty years ago)

this commentary is in your mind, i mean. like while you're away from the computer.

― Aaron A., Saturday, 2 April 2005 23:49 (twenty years ago)

Ah, le internale monologue. Yeah. Do it constantly. THough mine, rather than being a detatched critique of my life, sort of rambles off into what-if land and makes stuff up that isnt happening. Which is terrible.

― Trayce (trayce), Sunday, 3 April 2005 00:08 (twenty years ago)

i wonder if those 19th century dudes who kept multi-volume diaries had this problem?

― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Sunday, 3 April 2005 00:31 (twenty years ago)

i have it worse... steve miller's abbra cadabra is in my head constantly no matter what situation im in which makes it difficult to asses situations and act accordingly.

― charleston charge (chaki), Sunday, 3 April 2005 00:33 (twenty years ago)

Write a sitcom or two about it...Larry David did.

― 57 7th (calstars), Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:34 (twenty years ago)

My brain is Peep Show only not witty.

― Michael Philip Philip Philip Philip Annoyman v1.0 (Ferg), Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:42 (twenty years ago)

Actually, it's Jam.

― Michael Philip Philip Philip Philip Annoyman v1.0 (Ferg), Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:44 (twenty years ago)

chaki OTM.

― sundar subramanian (sundar), Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:48 (twenty years ago)

i wonder if those 19th century dudes who kept multi-volume diaries had this problem?

Yeah, but they didn't usually publish until they were dead or unimportant.

― Girolamo Savonarola, Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:58 (twenty years ago)

"SHE SHIVERED LIKE THE LAST LEAF ON A DYING TREE."

― Curious George Finds the Ether Bottle (Rock Hardy), Sunday, 3 April 2005 01:58 (twenty years ago)

I've *always* done this, even before I had a blog.

― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 3 April 2005 08:32 (twenty years ago)

I recently started doing this. To my dismay I discovered that I'm Martin Tupper from Dream On, and not Jerry Seinfeld.

― Affectian (Affectian), Sunday, 3 April 2005 21:38 (twenty years ago)

i wonder if those 19th century dudes who kept multi-volume diaries had this problem?

20th Century Anias Nin had huge issues with telling the truth in her diaries.

― kate/thank you friendly cloud (papa november), Sunday, 3 April 2005 21:42 (twenty years ago)

Chaki, I'll have you know I had the Steve bloody Miller band stuck in my head all yesterday! :(

― Trayce (trayce), Sunday, 3 April 2005 23:02 (twenty years ago)

I recently started doing this. To my dismay I discovered that I'm Martin Tupper from Dream On, and not Jerry Seinfeld.

This is still better than Angela from My So-Called Life.

― Aaron A., Sunday, 3 April 2005 23:12 (twenty years ago)

Yeah, but I'm going to do something about it.

― Michael Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Sunday, 3 April 2005 23:49 (twenty years ago)

If I'm at home, it goes in my diary. Or my therapeudic auto-biography-dressed-up-as-fan-fict. For the eight hours I'm at work, I can't do this. Hence ILX.

― Masonic Cathedral (kate), Monday, 4 April 2005 07:20 (twenty years ago)

Martin Tupper from Dream On

I'm Martin from Game On, so I feel your pain.

I don't have a blog, but yeh, I do this. Being detached and uninvolved is an terrible state of affairs, but you soon get used to it, and after a while start enjoying it. I think.

― Johnney B (Johnney B), Monday, 4 April 2005 08:17 (twenty years ago)

Chaki, I'll have you know I had the Steve bloody Miller band stuck in my head all yesterday! :(

i wanna reach out and grab ya

― charleston charge (chaki), Monday, 4 April 2005 08:20 (twenty years ago)

At least you aren't the guy from the wonder years

― Nellie (nellskies), Monday, 4 April 2005 10:50 (twenty years ago)

My problem with life is that I am constantly imagining things to be different. Like tonight in spanish class i kept imagining a spurned ex boyfriend running into the class with a knife and how I would fight him (incidentally, there IS no spurned ex boyfriend) and also that the white board was a blind that whipped up. And then I giggled, alone. I'm also forever imagining things to be different textures from what they are i.e. a fence made of jelly. Most things end up being made of jelly.

― Nellie (nellskies), Monday, 4 April 2005 10:53 (twenty years ago)

I wrote something about transparency and depression on
indiscrete blogs - classic or dud

and this thread may also be à propos blogs: how much is too much?

― Sébastien Chikara (Sébastien Chikara), Monday, 4 April 2005 11:01 (twenty years ago)

are you always running a blog-esque critical commentary on everything that happens in your life, leaving you a detached, uninvolved shadow of a person, not knowing what it means to live?

Of course not!

― EComplex (EComplex), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:04 (twenty years ago)

i'd like to do more of this. or more correctly, some of it, because i do none now.

― AaronK (AaronK), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:09 (twenty years ago)

I have the same problem as chaki except that it's "Radar Love" by Golden Earring, which makes it hard to dance when another song is on!

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:16 (twenty years ago)

do this constantly, don't share any of it with anyone.

― jermaine (jnoble), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:56 (twenty years ago)

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