tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post3197072982098440062..comments2023-09-28T04:31:56.852-06:00Comments on TravelinOma: Writing About Character FlawsTravelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-74159666165094329172010-01-15T22:03:31.725-07:002010-01-15T22:03:31.725-07:00I always tear pages out of my diary--but it is bec...I always tear pages out of my diary--but it is because I mess up and I don't like mistakes. I regret every tear of the page and most of my journals and notebooks have about half the pages remaining. I've started to glue pages together just so it doesn't look so empty. It is not because of the content but because it looks so ugly. <br /><br />I want my daughter to know most things...but there are things I want to keep private from everyone.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02733414953436549474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-76368368803960663642010-01-08T15:04:07.703-07:002010-01-08T15:04:07.703-07:00I've never kept diaries because I'm sure I...I've never kept diaries because I'm sure I'd just tear the whole thing up! I've always torn up pictures of myself and since I don't have grandkids, I won't have anyone asking "Why aren't there any pictures of granny?" <br /><br />If there is anything I've learned from my own depression, it's not to judge others. We do not understand ANYONES circumstances or genetic dispositions.<br /><br />I just put an obituary online at Findagrave.com. The woman had committed suicide and I chose not to include that fact for fear someone might JUDGE the deceased. We cannot understand so we should not judge.Sherihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734510616930967774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-50306829149033503252010-01-08T08:43:52.602-07:002010-01-08T08:43:52.602-07:00torn pages out of a diary? Nope -- but I admit to ...torn pages out of a diary? Nope -- but I admit to throwing away an entire composition notebook written during a particularly painful period of my life. <br /><br />Do I regret it? No. In a way it was like being able to "cast out demons"<br /><br />have I finally recovered from the incident? I think so<br /><br />I discovered while doing family research that my grandmother's unmarried aunt at sometime had a child (at least someone who paid for her gravestone had it engraved with her name and the word "Mother") it only fascinated me more<br /><br />having done some really bad things myself, I try really hard not to judge other people that do bad things, but look for the "WHY" behind their actionsBevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07458851510738234247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-26264691041461560662010-01-07T11:14:11.276-07:002010-01-07T11:14:11.276-07:00I've never torn a page from any of my journals...I've never torn a page from any of my journals, but I think I have ommitted details of my life because I was thinking about who might read it in the near or distant future. <br />I don't think I would want people to know about certain choices I've made. I think I would rather people see me in a more positive light. Although, when I really think about it, I don't think people would really think less of me if they knew certain details that I keep to myself. But they bother me, and I am my harshest judge. I think I've convinced myself if other people knew, they'd feel the same way about me as I sometimes do, even though I know in my heart that it's not true.<br />Maybe, when I'm 90, I won't care as much..?crissy // mama bosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17988909961418937385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-17816227602314891912010-01-07T10:20:19.248-07:002010-01-07T10:20:19.248-07:00There are quite a few things I wouldn't want t...There are quite a few things I wouldn't want to share with my children. That makes me a little sad. <br />When I was a teenager, my mom wrote me a letter and in it said, "be selective enough of what you do and with whom you do it that you will want to look back often". She is wise and I love her. I wish I had come to that conclusion when I was much younger.<br /><br />On a side note - my ancestors on my mom's side come from Bennington Idaho, a few miles from Montpelier. I'm sure my great grandparents (Silas and Ida Wright) knew your ancestor! They lived in that community their entire lives.Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14021443647235198780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-67093819758943391692010-01-07T08:49:11.833-07:002010-01-07T08:49:11.833-07:00There's a theme running through these comments...There's a theme running through these comments. When we were in high school we were not grown up. We did dumb things. We are past that now -- mostly. Way back then my mother told me, "Don't put anything in writing that you might someday wish to deny." Today's version is "Don't text anything you wouldn't want to see in the headlines." Remove your own warts if you like and become a better person.The Grandmother Herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10001005292502504358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-37604968874286745802010-01-06T23:21:21.069-07:002010-01-06T23:21:21.069-07:00I kept everything. I have family members who writ...I kept everything. I have family members who write but who have instructed people to burn all of their journals the second after they die. It's amazing to me how guarded people can be. I figure I'll be gone by the time someone reads anything potentially embarrassing... not going to hurt me! (Plus having a blog is like the opposite of keeping secret journals and then burning them, right?)Heather Scott Partingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14010553024593582699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-31019174300301878982010-01-06T17:02:13.241-07:002010-01-06T17:02:13.241-07:00I threw away whole journals from high school not b...I threw away whole journals from high school not because they were embarrassing, but because they were too depressing. I was going through a really tough time emotionally and so the journals didn't have much about events, just a lot of woe is me and life is awful stuff. Reading them made me get depressed again, and although I don't mind my kids knowing that I struggled with depression, there was nothing even remotely uplifting about what I had written.Heffalumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13166154112206680302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-5211837689142583862010-01-06T14:07:28.152-07:002010-01-06T14:07:28.152-07:00i love to read about our relatives. it's good ...i love to read about our relatives. it's good not to judge. we have no idea what caused his behavior. i think your comment about his being somewhere inbetween is great. he led an interesting life, and we still talk about him, so that says something!pollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-57931141913354624542010-01-06T11:33:44.822-07:002010-01-06T11:33:44.822-07:00i love finding out about all my relatives. but hon...i love finding out about all my relatives. but honestly, i've never kept much of a diary. although, i have wanted to go back and delete blog posts. does that count?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06345898876448295144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-86203148450801627282010-01-06T10:17:33.156-07:002010-01-06T10:17:33.156-07:00I'm choosy about what I write these days. But ...I'm choosy about what I write these days. But when that DVD of my life is shown someday in the sky, I hope all the tantrums are edited out. I think I might work on editing them out of my life from this point on.Gorditahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16507094618720828900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-13262311350880913952010-01-06T10:04:10.751-07:002010-01-06T10:04:10.751-07:00what a great topic! I have some parts of pages in...what a great topic! I have some parts of pages in old high school journals that I have scribbled through and blacked out with permanent black marker. Recently I have considered ripping them out so that no one even can try to decipher what was written there. It was just some really awful things, details that no one need know. But I don't think I will. I hope no one will be able to read those words. But I do hope that whoever sees it one day will, as you say, temper their judgement with their own shortcomings. I want my descendents to know I wasn't perfect. And also that there is always hope to change and become better. My hope is that by seeing the whole picture through my 50+ journals I've written in so far, they can put their own challenges in perspective and be gentle with themselves.Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02154269015136721208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-66862500286183129262010-01-06T09:13:44.113-07:002010-01-06T09:13:44.113-07:00I was kind of a jerk in high school. I think that...I was kind of a jerk in high school. I think that the scariest part of blogging/social networking/going to the grocery store is running into people who knew me back then and don't know me now. I'm a completley different person (granted I'm the me I am now because of the me I was then, but stll...). I'm just glad I didn't keep a journal back then. The details that I do remember even without the nitty-gritty written down are enough to raise my blood pressure.Mistyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10182935708887909254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-5582111476127433682010-01-06T09:02:46.849-07:002010-01-06T09:02:46.849-07:00I think one of my first entries as a 12 year old w...I think one of my first entries as a 12 year old was about the rage and sense of injustice I felt towards my mom. Ripped. it. out.<br /><br />I wish I hadn't, my daughter is now that age and it might be good for me to reread it and try to see things from a 12 yr old's perspective.<br /><br />I had a very prickly great aunt who finally rediscovered her faith as a senior (and became infinitely more pleasant) - once I'd heard about her childhood, I could understand how she came to be that way. I think our stories are important to pass on to those we love.Mrs. Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14159440829600935461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-49407175061328206962010-01-06T07:14:29.610-07:002010-01-06T07:14:29.610-07:00http://drawntotheflame.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-...http://drawntotheflame.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-journal-blog-all-same-or-more-to.html<br /><br />I write first and foremost for me, so tearing things out won't get rid of anything except accurate details!tawnyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12717298939805687866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-2981235333359475272010-01-06T06:08:44.531-07:002010-01-06T06:08:44.531-07:00I actually just threw away some of my diaries &...I actually just threw away some of my diaries & journals from high school when we moved, this past summer. I had held onto these items for a long time, but, looking back into them, I realized that I am quite a different person than I was 10+ years ago (thank the heavens above, my mom says). And a lot of my writings were angst-filled...I just didn't want to be remembered that way. Poor, dead trees. I wasted you in all those little journals...J, K, L, and Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17422619636408539736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-80836817068438862292010-01-06T01:02:14.150-07:002010-01-06T01:02:14.150-07:00I really think no one will really care too much si...I really think no one will really care too much since they don't while I'm alive.Kay Dennisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02646717192332313215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-7595136922644557172010-01-06T00:15:35.949-07:002010-01-06T00:15:35.949-07:00I have considered tearing out pages of my diaries,...I have considered tearing out pages of my diaries, but I am afraid that I would lose my connection from who I was to what I am. And even if high-school drooling over boys is embarrassing to my adult self, it's who I was. And let's be honest, I still drool over my hubs. Old habits die hard.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13915268163195498678noreply@blogger.com