Didion/Bizzle: 01.21.10

Remember the days that seemed to matter so much in that moment. Keep an account of the thoughts that consumed the brain for those seconds, minutes, days...

Didion:

Didion's journaling is meant to trigger part of the memory.
"Why did I write it down? In order to remember of course but exactly what was it I wanted to remember?"
Not so much a play by play but in the way a smell will remind you of a person. Not so much every detail but more so the feeling you get. Some times it works some times is dose not.
Its her perception of the things her body/mind experiences. Something was intended to be important to her.
“Sometimes even the maker has difficulty with the meaning.”

Buzzell:

Buzzell's blogging is easier, cheaper, and an outlet for the days that drag together in Iraq. Does he write in such focused sentences in his blogging so that he may not have to think about them later, so they do not drag on?
"Lesson" Don't be a f***ing idiot like me, and always look before you lie down anywhere, specially in this country."
Does he recount his days so he secures the memory in his mind, so that he learns from his mistakes so one day it might save his life?

Who's to say what is important? Someone can go though the same exact moment and come out with two completely different experiences- who's to say who is better?

My thoughts are short. I struggle for length. Texting is easy when there is no passion behind it. It’s easier to hide the emotions. I think in my head. Making thoughts to paper or keyboard stalls my brain. Growing up in the world of cell phones and Internet and social networks has numbed my brain. My brain hates to think. Very few things keep its creativeness engaged.

If I do write, I write in a journal. Its short. Few sentences, more questions to keep myself thinking. Some pictures if I find relevance. I write more freely about thoughts in my head after a beer or two. Though that can lead to drunken texts or emails and that is always bad, you send it, read it the next morning, and regret it. Journaling is safer. Less people see the hot mess of my thoughts.

“How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook...” – Didion
So for what it’s worth the internet helps conceal some of the emotion that is bottled up in my head, it lets me talk when I want to, how I want to, with a sort of protective barrier. My journal is my own personal account of how I see “my world”, the world that I live in, the world that makes me who I am.