God.. it's like there's a new clan that's arrived in Diaryland.
The Clan of the Wrist-slitters.
So far there's three, that I've found. [I'm not linking out of courtesy- I've had enough cattiness with one of them] And they're all friends, apparently. Two of them started Enigma Reviews.
And I see how other people respond to their diaries. I mean, they love it. They think these girls are just so incredibly amazing, deep, awe-inspiring, whatever. [They're review whores. Like me. I see them pop up everywhere.]
And.. I've checked out a bit of these diaries. To me, it's just completely unreadable. Vague poetry..and overly trite. The cold, the loneliness, the dark, the gloomy, talk of cutting, bleeding, slitting, gashes, whatever else. And somehow using different size fonts, or weird punctuation [[[like this]]].. or the double semi-colon, or whatever else.. Somehow these things make other people see them as so unique and so worthy of admiration. They want you to feel their pain, supposedly.. and people fall right in.
But I just see right through it.
I dunno. It's not my place. Do as you like. It just bothers me, though.
Like.. there should be a turning light switch on people's heads. Right at the temple would be good. And I just wanna reach over, and click that light on inside.
But it doesn't work like that.
I dunno.. a sincere person who has a problem like that, who cuts themself.. wouldn't really relish in it like this. Wouldn't encourage others to do so. Would be trying to stop. It's a private thing, I would think. A private struggle, and not something to shock or try to conjure up sympathy or admiration from others.
Because there are those who have that problem and really struggle with it. But it's done in private, and, often, no one would know. The one with the sincere problem wouldn't be flaunting it everywhere.
And then there are those who do flaunt it, people like these girls, and, really.. their goal is attention. For that, their struggle is hollow, and they deserve no sympathy.
But a diary is private, right? Well.. someone asking for reviews everywhere isn't really trying to keep a private diary. They're asking for more attention.
They're making a farce of those who really do have a problem, and who really and honestly do struggle.
Even more shameful are the suicide diaries. One confirmed, one suspected, and who knows how many more.. And people respond, horrified, shocked, moved, greatly saddened.. As if something real has just happened. And those who truly fall for it are left to look like complete dumbasses, but not half of a dumbass as the one making up the charade. [But, maybe, the story-tellers are really the ones left laughing at the end. Because you, the reader, will fall for anything.]
They play with people's sense of compassion. Everyone wants to join the pool of misery. And all for attention.
A shameful farce.
Diaries..
From day one, an online diary could never be as honest, truthful, raw or real, as a personal diary with written pages meant for one, and only that one person alone. We can't keep kidding ourselves on that one.
You guys [readers] need to learn to question, and read between the lines. Learn to see through things.
But.. whatever, y'know?
LJ