
I spent some time today (finally) cruising the recently updated section on DearDiary. I found two new diaries to read. I'm sure some of you know Billy Teabags and another one that for the life of me I can't remember the name of. Fran who does needlework. I bookmarked it and called it The Fran. As I read several diaries today I began to realize how varied and talented are the diarists here. What a slice of life archive we are all accumulating! I admire the fertile imaginations of so many. But, ( here comes old Gloomy Gus to question things. . . sigh, (it's her job). I wonder why we all choose to communicate in this way? What is missing in modern life, that draws us to this particular pursuit? I know by reading, that the vast majority of us have family, friends, church or synagogue life and connections to our community. But still we feel the need to write our words and throw them out upon the cyber seas, so much like messages in bottles. For we know not who will read them of the thousands of possible readers just in DearDiary alone. (Besides the friends and family that we tell about our diaries.)
I would be interested to know why do you keep a diary here? What motivates you? Why did you begin? And also why you continue to write. Because I'm beginning to think that what's going on is unique in its way, in the history of journaling.
Hats off to the men and/or women “behind the curtains” who keep the whole thing going. The great and powerful Oz has nothing on them!
Tomorrow I'm heading to the mountains to visit my parents for a week. So I will be casting my bottles into the sea from there. Hasta la vista!

Comments (8)
I'm not sure why I decided to start another diary. Boredom perhaps? I'm not as history oriented in this one as I was in the other, I know that. This one is more of a day to day accounting of our lives and I can't begin to think of a reason why people read it. I don't complain, I've met very nice people here.
Maybe it's the uniqueness of knowing of people around the world in places you will most likely never go. I am an oddity at work. I mention my diary and my coworkers don't understand why I would do something like this. But then maybe that's why I do this, for acceptance which I don't always get elsewhere.
Who knows.. not sure it made much sense but I gave it a try. :o)
Julie
Like a lot of other things I've done in my life, I'm all hot to trot at first, and then I slow down. Ok-ok. When I finally get my email cleared out, I'll start writing again.
Why? Oh, for the heck of it, I guess.
Shalom
I enjoy the fact that I do have a readership. Is that egotistical? Dunno. Maybe? Maybe not? I'm hardly the kind of person who craves the attention of others, yet I enjoy the attention I receive here.
I suppose those who read me will do so based on nothing else but my words. That has an infinite appeal, especially for me. I am too often judged on how I appear and this place gives me freedom from that.
Can't think of other reasons at present, but as I've said to others, ask me tomorrow and the answer will probably be entirely different. Glad you're getting away. ;-)
I found myself going through a difficult time and I was afraid of what I was feeling. I didn't want to write in a place that my family could stumble across it. That's why I started the diary...
Why am I still here? I don't think there's one specific reason. My life has been enriched by reading other diaries. I suppose I hope that some of the things I write about will enrich the life of someone else. The optimist in my head hopes that maybe the world is a little better because we can come here and see the similarities we share. The writer in me is an egomaniac and loves to know somebody is reading.
~QE
i find it a satisfying form of expression, it has also really helped develop my poetry/prose
there my tuppence worh
Rach xx