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I recently had dinner with a girlfriend, and she has been writing again. I'm really happy for her. I'm also insanely jealous. I want to be writing every day. I wish I had something worth writing about every day. She has focus and a goal though; ultimately she wants her writings to be a book. I have no such aspirations. I just want to write. I want to be able to write about a kid named Dumpling or rant about inconsiderate strangers. I used to write about boys, but ever since I stopped dating, I've had no new stories. I also am kind of glad for that because some of those boys were f**king crazy. If I kept on that path, I may not be here today to write about my survival.
I want to go on adventures and write about them. Why didn't I journal my trip to Bali? It was such an amazing experience. And yes, I remember it all in my head, but someday maybe I'll forget little things and then I could have read about them.
Or what if I start to lose my marbles? What if I need my future life companion to read me journals of our life together and that time we met at a carnival and then after overcoming obstacles like my parents disapproving of our love and my having almost married Lon, and then choosing him instead and some kissing in the rain?
Journals are good. They're therapeutic. Maybe I ought to get one.