I just accidentally read a blog post of mine from back in 2011. It’s worse than I had thought.
Without realizing it, my writing style says so much about me, or at least the period of my life I’m in. Reading back a few posts from then, the contrast with my current style is as night and day. You can tell I was still in my younger, less mature years by the made-up words and grammar, and the ridiculous amount of capitals. Not to mention the content. Well, I say that, but it’s still mostly diary stuff on here, as hard as I try to come up with better things to write about.
In a way, it’s kind of nice to see a piece of me recorded this way. Sure, it’s dripping with teen angst and there’s definitely no shortage of odd behavior, but that’s just how I was back then. Take a look at today’s content, trying to walk a delicate line between professionalism and “just do whatever”. Curious to hear what future me thinks of the current style.
Some people have their diaries, I have my blog. Yes, it’s open for all the world to see. Yes, the truth sometimes gets extrapolated for a more interesting reading experience. But it still captures a part of me, so we might as well call this dump “Fang’s diary”.
Also, there’s no way I’m not splurging to get the blog turned into physical books whenever I decide to end it. It’ll be gloriously disgusting.