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sparksolDouble-checking my homework, one of my assignments is to write up a one/two page autobiography, along with career goals. Making it that short is annoying, but I guess it's easy enough, since I've been considering doing something along those lines anyway.
Trying to figure out why I wanted this in the first place, and somehow the writing of something seems to be the answer, although no specifics have shown themselves as an answer yet, especially since I could have just as easily made this entirely private.
I could have done something like this even more journal-like on notepad easily too, except that I've had a few computer crashes too many to trust my own hard drives. Why do I trust these? Why do I even make it readable to the public, let alone friends?
I don't exactly get along with people all that well, in life. I appear to do somewhat better online, although that's difficult for me to say with any kind of certainty. If I just wanted to write it out, it'd be easy enough to do without it being open to almost anyone who felt like it. The only people on my friends list are people I've met online, and I can only think of one, maybe two people I've met in meatspace who are (were?) online with any frequency for something other than email, and I've never seen them online anywhere I go around to. I'm not sure they'd know this was me unless I actually told them, either, since I avoid using 'sparksol' offline, and I don't use my legal name online (exceptions exist in both cases.)
I'm intending this as an internal thought process, but I know I'm going to leave it open to be read by others, even though I'm not one who thrives on comments, though I don't usually mind them so far. Some kind of attempt at opening up to people, or something? I do have a tendancy to wall myself off if I don't keep up with things, but still...even the extra personalities aren't sure.
Shoot, nearly 4am again. Gotta sleep before class, since I'm driving today. We're down to our last two working vehicles (out of utensiling five), so I'd better be ready.
Trying to figure out why I wanted this in the first place, and somehow the writing of something seems to be the answer, although no specifics have shown themselves as an answer yet, especially since I could have just as easily made this entirely private.
I could have done something like this even more journal-like on notepad easily too, except that I've had a few computer crashes too many to trust my own hard drives. Why do I trust these? Why do I even make it readable to the public, let alone friends?
I don't exactly get along with people all that well, in life. I appear to do somewhat better online, although that's difficult for me to say with any kind of certainty. If I just wanted to write it out, it'd be easy enough to do without it being open to almost anyone who felt like it. The only people on my friends list are people I've met online, and I can only think of one, maybe two people I've met in meatspace who are (were?) online with any frequency for something other than email, and I've never seen them online anywhere I go around to. I'm not sure they'd know this was me unless I actually told them, either, since I avoid using 'sparksol' offline, and I don't use my legal name online (exceptions exist in both cases.)
I'm intending this as an internal thought process, but I know I'm going to leave it open to be read by others, even though I'm not one who thrives on comments, though I don't usually mind them so far. Some kind of attempt at opening up to people, or something? I do have a tendancy to wall myself off if I don't keep up with things, but still...even the extra personalities aren't sure.
Shoot, nearly 4am again. Gotta sleep before class, since I'm driving today. We're down to our last two working vehicles (out of utensiling five), so I'd better be ready.
