I had started keeping a journal, and I was discovering that I didn’t need school in order to experience the misery of appearances. I could manufacture excruciating embarrassment in the privacy of my bedroom, simply by reading what I’d written in the journal the day before
– Jonathan Franzen
At the beginning of this year I started carrying a cliche Moleskine notebook with me almost everywhere, and trying my best to write at least a sentence in it every day. Some days I would churn out pages worth of thoughts (usually when I was agitated), while other times I would maybe put two sentences total on a page before forgetting about it for the day. Most of the entries were somehow tied to work, if not always because I wrote at work when I couldn’t talk to someone else or distance myself from things that bothered me because I had several hours left to go on my shift. When you can’t discus something and you can’t escape it the only way really to stay sane it seems is to express your thoughts in a way others wont notice; in my case it tends to be writing because its something people simply don’t do anymore.