I have a diary but rarely write in it, like once every two months.
Just to keep track on stuff.
I guess with blogs and social media nowadays most people just don't do it anymore.
I do. There are a few unfortunate things I noticed about it.
1) I will often, for some reason, go into extreme detail about what I'm planning on doing or useless shit that doesn't matter and forget those little things that happen in a day, out in the world, that were more worthy of being recorded. This is something I have to try to be aware of.
2) In the past (not so much lately) I'd sometimes reread it and find that the tone was way, way more negative than I remembered the day actually being, journaling in an agitated state. I'd go back and amend/add postscripts.
3) The more busy I am (and by extension, the more stuff I have to legitimately write about), the less I journal. Go figure.
I have, at this point, a detailed journal going back to about 2018. I really wish I had kept it my whole life.
I used to record other stuff, but I don't anymore, except my alcohol and tobacco use (to keep them in check; 45 days since drinking any alcohol at all). I had a drive to structure my time, take on new hobbies, constructive stuff. After my depression I never could get back into it. I have a financial spreadsheet that has gotten messier over time, but it does contain a record of basically every single purchase I have made starting 2020. I can at a glance summon my spending over any time period I want on categories as specific as things like "Filters, Foil and Bags" and "Fruit."
I do FREQUENTLY use it (I have a table of contents with descriptions of the days, and about one or two days per month marked out as "significant") to check things. All kind of things.
Examples of significant days:
"Cacti are all dead"
"Mom finds a lost cat (takes him back) at [REDACTED]"
"Career fair; [DOG] is put down and cremated"
"[BROTHER] dies, taking call from Mom to comfort her and talk"
"Car gets hit driving on the way home (minor damage)"
"I finally make my ultimatum to [BOSS]"
"Snapping at [REDACTED], email [BOSS]" (one stray word from Redacted and it would have been a workplace assault)
"Cat possibly swallows toothpick" (he didn't)
"Long office hours, I snap at [REDACTED 2]" (Redacted 2 fucked off and hasn't bothered me since in a full year)
"Dinner at the [REDACTED]" (bullshit thing work wanted me to do that sucked)
"God saves Trump from assassination"
Well that fucking sucked. I thought I was doing well. Thank you OP for reminding me how shit my life apparently is.
Edit: You know, it's super girly and gay, but back when I was in college I would actually name semesters (Fall, Spring and Summer) after people, or occasionally some thing. I was sentimental. I likewise wrote retrospectives at time, like articles just for myself, on specific people or on that semester in memory.
I don't do that anymore because it's all shit and it all blends together. Time picks up pace dramatically.
Looking at it, it goes:
These go Fall-Spring-Summer:
Freshman
- [religion that was a really big deal to me]
- [ex-girlfriend that tore my heart out]
- [new religion]
Sophomore
- [friend]
- [girl I was crushing on/casual friends with, she was a very sweet good person, brought me along on a few things with her own friends and then graduated]
- [friend]
Junior
- [friend]
- [friend]
- [home state, was visiting it a lot for the first time in years]
Senior
- Low Math (I embarked on the major that made me the man I am today)
- [friend]
- Fishing
Supersenior
- High Math
- Isolation (covid stole my final semester from me)
- Home (kicked out of campus housing, had no apartment to move into yet)
These go Fall-Winter-Spring-Summer:
PhD Freshman
- [ex-friend, douchebag]
- [city I vacationed in and cherish]
- [ex-friend, douchebag]
- [group of ex-friends grouped by common Third World nationality, douchebags]
PhD Sophomore
- Snake (as in, the office snakes I work with)
- Virus (I caught COVID and it was Hell)
- Dope (trying to medicate the pain away)
- Apollo (Huntsville and Cape Canaveral, my interest in the Space Race blossomed and it became very personally important to me)
PhD Junior
- [shrink's name]
- Vidya Hell (this was the semester when my soul died and I played 14 hours of video games a day every day)
- [colleague I asked out, she said no]
- Mother
I've been keeping a diary for a few months. It's an on and off thing for me. Don't really do it everyday. Helps me keep my stress in check. Writing down thoughts keeps them from eating you alive. Can't recommend it enough
I keep a summer garden journal, over multiple years. Mainly things like last frost dates, when I start off seeds, notable things (like so few bees this year) and what species I see of birds etc. harvest dates and all that.
Otherwise no.
I do it infrequently, and I used to get annoyed that it was so irregular, but after learning about Commonplace books my mindset changed. A Commonplace book is like a journal, but you add quotes, and other irregular stuff to it. Now that I A)dont need to make my entries regular, and B)can put in anything, even if its not about me, I find the activity more fulfilling.
So either do that, or be like the gardenfag above me and make small journals for very specific activities or interests
Therapist often encourage people to write diaries, so that's probably why the shooter kept one. I've tried to do one but I get way too detailed and it just takes more time than I want to spend on it
I try to but never stick to it. Will get a burst of daily writing but then it drops from paragraphs to several sentences to sentence until I drop the whole thing for a good couple months.
In all seriousness I see it as a useful time capsule and I read a cowardly but upsetting suicide note yesterday. I think people who write journals contributed greatly to history and we wouldn't be where we are without writing.
Even with knowledge and perceived enlightenment, (Big?) Science has been collapsing upon itself with the replication crisis. A lot of our long held beliefs are truly up in the air. No one knows, man, and I think that's kind of cool. The first episode of Xavier Renegade Angel "what doth life" points to the absurdity of human understandings and whatnot and the meanings we try to seek upon life, it is fruitless due to how limited our perspective on the underlying mechanics of this given reality truly are even with science, religion, philosophy and so on.
One thing has been true, a pattern of sorts for writers and those who have written. Our journals, are our written existence in the place at that time usually. Our journals can be ourselves or our own blood metaphysically. We can create worlds and escape to our own little notes or stories our current minds have, but it never changes the fact that our notes might outlive ourselves so we humans probably enjoy documenting random things they feel important especially back then and also now somewhat. A simple carving on a tree can be significant enough to be a diary to someone or a group. And that carving can last as long as the tree does.
Whatever existential spergout I just had, life goes on and I think writing and diaries are far more important and meaningful than mere ethics and moralities because many writings have been a foundation for us, and even if it was all bullshit our writings formed beliefs, our language written or spoken has been our key in evolution and revolutionary changes to the way we live life and the shared experiences we endure.
Writing is a truly beautiful art and I sadly am a little tired as I type this, but if you "know" what I say or how it feels I suppose you can understand why diaries, journals and human writings itself is almost a gift to mankind and heightens the human condition to a degree in which it can influence our very nature. Your diary can be the most meaningful thing you make, and it can end up as a piece of random history regardless of insignificance there is CWC as proof you might just be immortalized if you so very tried to be. He is a whackjob yet he himself did document himself quite a lot due to his ego.
Live your life the way you see fit my friend and leave with as little regrets as you can, but who knows when you pass away but its probably better to have a notion that YOLO so get to writing sometime, leave yourself a note for the future or your loved ones, even a note to form in, or near, or even upon death. Fear not the dark my friend... and let the feast begin. :]
Started keeping one in my mid/late teens, initially entries were pretty sporadic but I started writing daily entries once I moved out. I've noticed my writings have gotten blander since then, mainly being about how my day went (and dreams, if I don't forget them before I can pull my diary up) instead of anything that's been on my mind. Not sure if that's just because I've got other places where I can voice my thoughts now, or if it's just because life has also gotten blander.
Seeing the pooner shooter's diary inspired me to go look at my oldest stuff again. Wasn't as much to cringe at as I thought, but I have to wonder how I was able to remember my dreams so well then. It's not like I could've written them down immediately, I had to hurry and get ready for school.
I update mine when I:
1. Get angry
2. Waste a weekend just thinking about my life as a whole, the people I met along the way, and how I got to where I am now.
About to finish my second line-a-day five year diary. It's helpful to have the restriction of a small space--never feel like it's a chore, and usually I condense my day to either a list of all the things I did, or a few sentences about something important.
The diary I have gives each day its page, so the page for September 5th has all the September 5ths since starting. This is also nice, because it reminds me what was going on a year ago on this day. It's really easy to forget how quickly time passes.
I have a secondary diary that I don't use very often. I put an asterisk beside the line-a-day entry, and then write in the big diary at length about my big decision or why I'm upset or I paste in the ticket from a show and write about how it went. I guess it's partially a scrapbook, but I don't go to enough things to need a diary and a scrapbook.
When I die this will all probably get recycled, but I'm enjoying myself now.