I’ve never been very thorough when it comes to personal autobiographies. To be honest, I’ve been really turned off by the whole idea of social networking for some time now. However, I think online journaling has therapeutic value, especially when you look back at all the petty things you said and wish you could take back (which you essentially could if you felt so inclined). I guess the fallacy for me is the intention– the reason why people write, or post status updates and pictures: that longing for attention and acceptance. To me, that’s not what this is about. This is about reflection and growth, reminiscence and nostalgia, self-criticism and criticism of others, and most importantly- it’s an archive of moments in my life that were worth sitting down and ruminating about, ready for your perusal. The best part is that I don’t need anyone’s permission or approval in order to feel good about it.

So if you really want to know, it takes more than just reading about a person’s daily happenings or sifting through all their pictures in order to get a sense of who they really are. I’d like to think that everything I write, as personal or impersonal they may be, only gives a part of the picture. The other half is determined by personal interactions, you know, the quality of being human. That’s something that will never become overrated.