Apparently I can't cross-post from Typepad to Livejournal. Eh. Lately my entries in my livejournal have been of the trivial, random, solipsistic sort, which only friends who've been on my flist forever might parse/remotely appreciate. Where before I used to compose entries, now I just--jot them down. They're effluvia and if my account were--for some cosmically weird reason--suddenly to get suspended, I wouldn't care, except insofar as I'd miss my flist (in which case I'd just get a dummy account to follow them). This makes me a little sad since there was a time when I treated that livejournal as an erm existential sphere in itself. I think that all these issues with Six Apart might have turned me off the service more than I thought. The attachment to my friends list, as mentioned, is as strong as ever; it's my attachment to the journal which has waned considerably, which is why I've been re-posting some of my old entries in this blog. I will not delete the livejournal--since I use it to post to other communities (which I have no plans of leaving, with a few qualifications)--but I think the time when I stop using it altogether as a--how to put it?--distinct entity is nigh. There are other reasons, of course.
Vern recently posted an interesting entry about the 'life cycle of a blogger,' and her cycle corresponds closely to mine, since we've been friends and bloggers since those halcyon pitas days :) I really enjoyed livejournal during the years that I used it actively (that is to say, until very recently). I went through a very long period where I did not want to blog out in the open, so to speak, and lj suited my purpose admirably. I mentioned in another conversation with a friend that what distinguishes Livejournal from other blogging services is that it's less a social network or a journaling service than an intra-blog. You can choose to post to an hermetically sealed niche of your own for the rest of your life and need never bother about the rest of the world. And I was very hermetic, the past three or four years, both online and offline. I had an established circle of friends and acquaintances in my livejournal and in social groups RL. My own life was pretty much a closed-circuit dialogue. It wasn't a bad thing. I was thinking about and poring on a great deal of stuff and talking to myself and occasionally a friendly and understanding group of people would reply and/or put in a corrective.
This year I went and am going through several big changes. It's not such a great deal but I did step out of myself and tried to, what, engage some things that are definitely larger than I am and for which I often found myself terribly unprepared. But I think I'm less of--I don't feel the need to protect myself or be defensive about what I believe in, what I write, or who I am anymore. It sounds overly dramatic though I'd say it's just a particularly troublesome aspect of growing old.
Much has been made of online anonymity. I don't necessarily feel impelled to declare myself to the world but I want to take my place in it. So here we are again. It feels a bit familiar and yet it isn't. There will be less talk of animated pretty boys, for one. XD (Oh, I lie).