This week's non-update

[bubbles]

I still haven’t posted about my work adventures last week. I’m not sure I want to. I try to avoid being negative in my journal. I don’t want to bring anybody down, and I don’t want or need sympathy. Besides, I realize that a lot of people don’t want to hear every boring detail of my life. For my part, I love the “boring details”. I think of you guys as my friends, and this is what conversations with my friends usually consists of.
e.g. What are the major and minor happenings in your life? How are you feeling and Why? [aka What’s up?]
My heart has been soaked with gasoline and stomped into a filthy rug until the static ignited it and there is nothing left of my emotion but a cinder. [aka Not much. He didn’t call, but whatever.]
So...
Be A Friend. Don’t Pretend.™

However; out of consideration for those of you who do not have the time or inclination to read my more lengthy detailed posts [and I don’t blame you in the least], I will make appropriate use of cut-tags.

Comments

[bubbles79.livejournal.com]

My heart is mercifully gasoline-free, thank you for catching that. I was less clear than crystal, that much is certain.
I don't consider myself to be "never say a word" so much as "all of the above". Depending.
It's not that I don't trust people here, or even on the internet as a whole; I'm comfortable being an "open book".
I do get nervous talking about other people in such a way that they might be identified. Even when I have only positive things to say. In this case, I really don't have anyone to bitch about. Just unpleasant circumstance.
I probably won't combust over this one. Not anymore. Still, if I have a noteworthy experience, isn't that what a journal is for?
The thing that really makes me hesitate is that I know my friends escape to LJ-land to have fun. They come here to let all their tears out. To find reasons to smile. So if I don't need to post, if I'm only sharing my negative experiences for the sake of sharing, is it worth bringing down the mood?
I love hearing from my friends. When they're angry, sad, bored, funny, intellectual, scattered. Whatever. I want to hear about it. I don't have a lot of faith in the Golden Rule, though. I prefer to ask people for their preference.
Because really, this isn't my journal. I don't cry onto its pages and keep it under my pillow at night. I keep it here for you.