I have kept a journal since the summer of 1989, sometimes in notebook form, most recently in digital. I still have one, it is online and private, I use the talk-to-text feature on my phone to dictate all the entries, and I never reread them. It is my therapist now, my brain clearing-house.
I recently dug around and found some old posts that were funny enough to revisit. Then, I did my best to build a post around them by finding somewhat related photos and videos.
[Sep. 22nd, 2001|01:21 pm]
He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.