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Aug. 18th, 2004 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthI added some people to my friends list, this time it was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scathedobsidian who pointed them out.
I suppose, even if it wasn't for the geographical distance between them and myself, I would never have met and talked to them in real life. That's great, and the main reason I love the internet. Also, by reading other people's LJ, I can find out much more about them than by just meeting them from time to time. With people we see rarely, we spend so much time just telling all the things that happened since we last met, we don't have much time left to talk about feelings, or the little incidents that meant so much to us. We only give each other the big picture of where our lives are heading. It is a pity, because these things are not the most important facts of our lives, they are just easiest to tell.
A certain song that touched us, or a little scene we thought was funny, these things might mean much more. But to talk about them often means explaining why they were important. A song that is special because we heard it with a special person. An incident that is only funny because it reminds of something from our childhood. In writing, we can explain these things. We can give as much background information as is necessary. And the readers can go back and forth if they missed something, they can take their time. If they don't feel like reading a post, they can come back later.
In writing, we sort out our thoughts and feelings. And in reading, we leave the surface, going deeper into somebody's character, not blinded by appearances or the sound of a voice.
Maybe it's language that makes us differ from animals, but it is writing that makes us understanding humans.
scathedobsidian who pointed them out.I suppose, even if it wasn't for the geographical distance between them and myself, I would never have met and talked to them in real life. That's great, and the main reason I love the internet. Also, by reading other people's LJ, I can find out much more about them than by just meeting them from time to time. With people we see rarely, we spend so much time just telling all the things that happened since we last met, we don't have much time left to talk about feelings, or the little incidents that meant so much to us. We only give each other the big picture of where our lives are heading. It is a pity, because these things are not the most important facts of our lives, they are just easiest to tell.
A certain song that touched us, or a little scene we thought was funny, these things might mean much more. But to talk about them often means explaining why they were important. A song that is special because we heard it with a special person. An incident that is only funny because it reminds of something from our childhood. In writing, we can explain these things. We can give as much background information as is necessary. And the readers can go back and forth if they missed something, they can take their time. If they don't feel like reading a post, they can come back later.
In writing, we sort out our thoughts and feelings. And in reading, we leave the surface, going deeper into somebody's character, not blinded by appearances or the sound of a voice.
Maybe it's language that makes us differ from animals, but it is writing that makes us understanding humans.
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Date: 2004-08-18 08:50 am (UTC)Glad I could help out.
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Date: 2004-08-19 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-18 12:30 pm (UTC)My writing is generally more solid, even though half the time I feel like it reflects the dilapidation of my surroundings, and often more eloquent than my "um, like, and then" speaking voice. Writing takes over where speech so often fails me, and if I didn't write my head would probably explode from all the random experiences stuffed inside my brain. :)
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Date: 2004-08-18 12:34 pm (UTC)