Although I keep a journal, I don't think that I will ever understand the idea. I mean, think about it. We have something private that we want to say, so we run to our one notebook, or our computer file and we document (all in one place) our inner most thoughts. Then carefully we often write phrases on the cover or document that read: Keep out! Private! or For My Eyes Only. I don't know about you, but if I see something that says Private, I am suddenly become a rather curious person.
So after we put our thoughts in a public place (where almost anyone could read them if I they find them), we get defensive when someone finds out that we hate them, or that we are unhappy. We are outraged by the lack of privacy we "seemingly" have.
I suppose I just have to wonder . . . why would we even bother writing the things that can be found in our journals if there wasn't at least some small part of us that meant the things that our found on the pages? And if we mean the things that are found on those pages, how is hiding our thoughts and feelings away going to change any of the things we rant about?
(Note: I am not, as I may have at one point, advocating any form of total honesty. Some times there are things that we have to keep silent if we want to continue to exist in our current world and in our current relationships).
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What about those who use journals that actually are or could be private? (Such as a passworded computer file, or a journal written in a code no one can understand.)
Then I would probably argue that it is still possible for someone to crack the code or figure out the password (possible, although it is likely not probable).
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