This essay talks about the author and his experience of keeping a journal during college. He then goes on to reflect on the journal years later. He finds that he has forgotten a lot about his college years.
I found it almost strange that a person would walk around with a little notebook and watch people and then just scribble away. My comment seemed to not go over well with people who spent a lot of time on a college campus. Evidently, this is a common thing on campus. These people have obviously never had the delightful feeling of being stalked. So, I would suppose when they see someone with a little note pad scribbling away, they assume that wow this person is trying to better themselves by keeping a journal. My first thought is I hope this guy does not try to follow me home.
This essay also talks about what it was like for the author when he would use his journal as a canvas to paint pictures in his on to the paper. His words were describing everything from the way the campus looked to the way the place sounded. He was able to remember things he did not even remember he had forgotten.
Going back he realized how much he had grown as a person, so this younger college version seemed to be almost a child. He thought at the time he was so grown up and knew so much, but like most young he was very ignorant to the idea of being a true adult.
He also discussed the issue of how vulnerable a journal can make you, a journal, of course, are so many thoughts and feelings about yourself. You can become naked in a sense to anyone who would read it. Then if you reflect back to it, you might not have those same feelings at all, but since you wrote it, people will probably assume you have carried on the same feelings and ideas throughout your life. Though as you grow and experience more things in life, you tend to look at life completely or at least partially different.
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