So, I read some more of those 115 updates per minute. Everyone was like me– rambling on about their life. What they are going to do today, writing poetry, complaining about themselves…. Any one of those journals could have been my journal.

And then there was my journal entry that I had just written! It sounded exactly like the others. Yet another journal entry pondering the meaning of life and searching, rambling on in a self-absorbed way.

This is too weird. I feel nauseous (though that could be the caffiene).

I think online journal writers are like dog breeders. I’ve met several dog breeders in the past few months and most of them are the same personality type: bossy, think their opinions are the only right ones, come off as rude when discussing their opinions in dog-related conversations. I came to the conclusion that a certain personality type is attracted to dog breeding. Don’t get me wrong, these breeders love dogs and are ethical breeders, but their interpersonal skills are certainly lacking. If a law student married an engineering student, their child would be a dog breeder.

Anyways, I’ve now decided that a certain personality type is attracted to online journal writing. We are introspective, a bit depressed, love to write, love to write with biting wit even more, creative, a bit lost.

And young. A lot of the online journal writers are very young. Of course, they call the online journal “a blog” which sounds infinitely cooler. But are blog writers just younger versions of online journal writers? Just as introspective and creative, but they are introspective about different things that are age-specific?

One of the entries I read was by a college student. She was philosophizing about herself, saying she took herself far too seriously and that she was now “over” herself. While I was reading that entry, I thought “Oh yeah, I remember going through that psychological phase in college.”

I hope I find my spiritual enlightment soon… all this uncertainty– these painful questions without answers– is taking an emotional toll. I’m exhausted.