I love journals. In them you can write your entire life story. No one is reading, no one is watching. It’s just you and a pencil and a little book full of empty pages, begging to be filled.
Of course, this isn’t one of those, this is a man-made electronic piece of paper, not made of papyrus or trees, safe for the environment. If you spell a word wrong, you know. All the letters are even and perfectly shaped. There are no mistakes.
But then, you don’t have the excitement of your handwriting. You can’t do anything fancy with your Y’s and G’s, something different and unique with your capital letters. You don’t see the change in the days, those times when you feel like writing very big and taking up a lot of room, or those times when you feel like writing smaller, making it look as if an ant walked on the page and left footprints.
And it isn’t private. Someone could easily open your folder and find out your take on the world. And when you write it on the computer, you feel as though you have to show it to someone, and post it somewhere in the vast internet.
It isn’t personalized. When you buy (or make) a journal, you are given a large amount to choose from. There are journals with hard covers, and journals with flapping, bending covers. There are journals that have a clasp or tie that keeps your secrets from spilling out. There are leather journals, the ones that look all ancient and fancy. There are those with lines and those without. And there is an infinite amount of colors that will match your personality and character.
This journal may be never ending, but once your real journal is filled up, you get to experience the joy of getting one all over again. And again, and again, and again, just as long as you continue to write.
When you don’t feel like writing, you can draw. Doodling is something I do often, on school work, on scripts, on my mom’s grocery list. Having a journal just for doodles is a good idea if you are the kind of person who will occasionally be hit with the irresistible urge to draw a cartoon of the comical little dog you just saw run past you. Just make sure the book is small enough to carry with you.
So, as you can see, real-life journals that you can touch and smell have a great advantage over these new, electronic journals that could disappear any second, depending on how soon your computer crashes. That post might never be read or commented on in your blog. If it were true that no one cared, you would never know. Instead you would be impatient for someone to actually say they felt the same way, or didn’t feel that way at all.
Stick to pencil and paper, unless you hate writing and would rather put your trust in a machine. I’m not putting those who would rather do that down, I’m simply stating a fact of my mind, one that doesn’t have to necessarily agree with your current point of view. Since this is my electronic journal, and not yours, I’ve a right to write what I believe, and no one need contradict me, since this is my electronic journal and not yours, as I just said.
Moving on. After seeing the fabulous difference between these two types of journals, I sincerely hope, from the very depths of my heart, that, if wishing to write out your life experiences, you will choose wisely. Since I am strongly biased in the matter of journals, I encourage you to use the kind that actually has the ability to feel along with you.
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