WE DANCE ST? THE PERIOD IN LJ, DOING JUICE? ARIES IN FACEBOOK,? DO WE MAKE THE EMBROIDERY OF THE MILLION AUDIT? AI. YOU HO? OSHO WRITE? YOU WILL READ EVERYTHING. INCLUDING THOSE WHO WANT TO THINK YOU. OTK? ARY BLOG? ALINA FA? CASH HAS BEEN LEARNED? TO ACTIVATE THE SOUL BY LIFE, BUT TO STAY PULLENEP? BORROWED.

Ha, naive

I started my blog on September 17, 2004. 12 and a half years ago. I was 23 years old. I just graduated from university, left my only job at that time, broke up with the first boy and experienced the strongest love of life. My parents divorced, my friends worked hard. It seemed that the world had collapsed and it was necessary to build something new on its fragments. Only it is not clear that. So I started a blog in LiveJournal. I called him the way the favorite book of the object of my feelings was called. And made the first record. Here she is: »? Poison is a saucepan with semolina porridge, and a little to the left - an unmade Christmas tree. It seems that my periods are running low, which means that soon everything will be fine. Kavardak will settle, I will work hard and will not fall in love. »

You can notice that at that time I did not know how to do itCorrect dashes and use dots. And also before that I did not read anyone's blogs and was sincerely convinced that Livejournal is such a network program for keeping personal records. I thought, no one can read my posts. And I was sure of this for a long time, which ultimately determined my style of keeping a diary for many years to come. I remember how I first discovered that I was mistaken, - suddenly received a comment from a former classmate. I was shocked. She also showed where you can see all the people who subscribed to you (yes, I was so naive!). And then I saw that my diary was read by as many as thirty people!

It was a shock! Three dozen people knew what I was thinking. What I'm afraid of. They knew about that. That I dream to meet a good guy and stay with him for life. That I envy my neighbor, who at my age already has two children. I want to be taken to the staff of some cool magazine.

And I want to write a report about something realInsane. I shave my legs just before a date, and not every day, I do not like »Master and Margarita», I prefer not to get out of pajamas all Sunday and lie down at home with a new book.

The most surprising thing was that users,Who recognized me as a real person, were not horrified, did not turn away and did not decide that I was a senseless, primitive and narrow-minded person. They understood me the way I always dreamed. Some of them later wrote that their feelings are very similar to mine. They just never had the courage to say, for example, what they want to get married. Or that they suffer without sex.

To the skin itself

This inspired me to continue in the same spirit: Write as if nobody reads you at all. Only for yourself, sincerely, as far as possible. Now I have about forty thousand subscribers in Facebook and about eight thousand in LiveJournal. And I believe that the decision taken many years ago to not look back at the readers was the most faithful of all that I did in my life. I would have gone mad if I had imagined this huge crowd. I would simply go mad, thinking about thousands of different interpretations of my thoughts. I would die trying to please all these people. But I usually want to cause sympathy.

Content:

1. Introduction (You read that section);
2. What is the use of stress?.