the point--

of writing a blog that other people who aren't even me can see when I'm in the midst of a total fucking emotional breakdown:

• Last time I was sad I wrote a whiny blogpost on my MySpace of all places, quoting Pablo Neruda (c.f.) and "sighing into my coffee." Months later and the Steve of Joy once again I read it and said, "My, I was a whiner back then." It's about documenting progress.

• (Although, Steve, perhaps we could be a little bit kinder to our sad-self? If one of our friends said, "My you're a whiner" that wouldn't be very nice of them.)

• (Or would it?)

• (At some point, don't you have to Shut Up and Deal?)

• (Yes. But maybe the point is to get so fucking tired of yourself crybabying all to hell that you do that.)
  

• So it's about records. Records, and tracing progress, and: Looking back and saying "A ha!" and "It does get better," so that when it comes round again you remember, A ha.
  

• But that could have been accomplished through a simple journal, couldn't it have? What is the point it doing it in a public sphere?

• "Public," in the above bullet-point, refers to the three friends who hopefully aren't reading this anyway.
  

• (Don't worry, they'll be back once it turns funny again.)

• I don't know what the point is. Maybe to participate in new media. Maybe because, by "publicly" stating "I am a gigantic sack of cry," one is forced to have a later entry saying, "Fear not, I am once again a gigantic sack of joy."
  

• Imagine the embarrassment, after all, of a random newfriend or somesuch coming upon the I Cried for an Hour post a year from now, when we will surely not be crying.

Surely.