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[tinyjo]

So, plasticbag is 3 today apparently. And, unable to resist one of those musing "it's been x years now, what's it all for" posts that are practically obligatory for a weblogs birthday, Tom writes

I don't think the future will contain as much about my personal life, because I think after a while the more you write about something, the thinner it gets... It's like you wear it out.

which strikes an anti-chord with me, if you like. One of the things I love about keeping this journal is that I feel that the process of writing down my feelings about things, in forcing me to consider and think through my situations and feelings more closely, has made me a richer person, given me more strength and understanding of what I think, where I am, all that kind of stuff. It reminds me of a time in my second year where several long late night conversations about theology with Alex while wandering round Oxford or lying in one of our rooms gave me huge insights into exactly what it was that I thought and believed, solidifying things previously unrealised in my mind. I've often thought that that's one of the reasons I don't really write about my beliefs here - I've had that discussion, I don't need to work it out any more. Writing about problems, thoughts, here allows me the same kind of analysis, that feeling of understanding of myself. But I've only been writing for just over a year - maybe in 3 I'll feel different. I doubt I'll have explored it all though.