Dear Diary, I shall henceforth call you "Blog" to avoid sounding lame

So I was having trouble sleeping last night and was deep in thought and prayer to aid the process and to simultaneously avoid doing absolutely nothing in the dark for an extended period of time. I came to some pretty eye-opening religious/life conclusions. Hopefully I will shape and edit them into a comprehensible blog at a date to be determined, after thoughtful procrastination of course. But as I was attempting to collect my scattered thoughts, I began to realize that certain things were very borderline diaryesque.

As I pondered briefly the concept of a blog to begin with, I started to see the very blurred line that separated ramblings such as mine from your stereotypical 13-year-old girl's pink journal, which held all of her significant pre-pubescent crushes, secrets, and things of that nature. Sure, there are differences. I choose to publish my personal material in a public forum rather than keep it under bed, lock and key. I definitely don't crush on boys or feel the need to angrily write about my parents embarrasing me. And I would certainly hope that despite my propensity to say things like "ikeem" and "blankee", I do have a better grasp on the english language than your average 13-year-old. But I'm getting away from the point...

The justification for having a diary or a blog (a bloggary) could still be identical. Both are methods of venting. Both are ways to turn your thoughts into solid crap you can see. A blog is just a cooler, older-person way to pull off a diary without being made fun of...as much...And what's with people starting their thoughtful entries with "Dear Diary". I really don't understand why kids feel the need to write like that. Maybe they feel like it gives their thoughts some sort of clear-cut beginning, end and general format. Maybe people never really wrote like this, then it somehow became a prescribed Hollywood notion of what a diary log looks like so people adopted it.
You only say Dear _____ if you're addressing a person. For example:


Dear Martha,

My tea cozies have pick-up trucks and tool boxes sewn in.

Sincerely,
Ryan

PS- I wanted to drop your name in honor of you finding this blog. Thank you for getting me over the quarter-dozen hump in readership.


I would even condone writing to an imaginary friend over writing to the book itself. But alas, the average American imagination has withered with the concurrent blooming of really awful TV shows for kids. It's a legit issue that I will have to get into sometime. By the time I have kids, I'll have way bigger worries than if the first words that come when they put the pen to the paper are "Dear Diary." Shoot, at least they'll be writing.

OK let's recap the main points:
-I invent words like "bloggary" when I can't sleep
-Never really understood the whole "Dear Diary" writing intro
-There is no shame in lame. Only shame in lack of imagintation.