Without being ironic, I can say that what's interesting about my journals--at least to me-- is that my "angst" or general continuous existential "issues" (crisis seems to imply a singularity which I just never had) became increasingly focused. As I solved my biggest problem, loneliness, it was replaced immediately by the sense of not having accomplished what I should [have]. And often times I still feel that way. Perhaps the daughter due in a few months will change that, too.
Oh yeah, and my parents read them at some point. What they must have thought!
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