~aquillyneThis account is dead - sans devwatch, sans faves, sans comments upon it. It has been good fun people. Catch you over at the new name.
I like deviantART. I like what its community brings. And even though I don't post many, I do like to write journals on it. I almost treat some of my journals as very, very light-hearted sub-artworks of prose. My journal here becomes like a sub-prose-gallery, all of them archived in a nice pretty little area. People can read through the gallery and and comment on what they find. It's all a very agreeable sort of system.
That's why I've recently been saddened to learn that a friend of mine thought it was appropriate to go digging through my journal archives. It's not the looking that upsets me - obviously I've intended these journals to be read - I did after all post them freely in a publicly accessible location. No, it's what she did, and the way she did it, that forces me to interpret her actions as prying and insensitive. I truly hope this wasn't the case.
I post my thoughts here on deviantART in good faith. I allow them to be here with the assumption that they won't ultimately be used against me, even though I am painfully aware that some of my old journals are a tad embarassing. In my archives, I've moaned and sworn about exams and work just like a typical teenager, I've made the obligatory pageview milestone journals, I've even titled journals "Goodbye, the Future of My Life" just like an emo kid. I am not exactly proud of these journals, but I'm not ashamed. I've left them there assuming no one's going to start quoting parts of them to people I know as if they've found a juicy deep secret.
I've also posted things it's fairly obvious I'd be sensitive about, ways that I feel or risky things I think, heartily and light-heartedly made to seem like full-blown opinions so I can spark reactions. I won't bitch about crimes against me here, but what has mildly annoyed me is that this friend of mine found something, showed it to someone else, quoted it, drew conclusions from it, and then didn't even ask me about it. She went dissecting with another person something so obviously a sensitive issue to me, when she has no idea of what it means, how I feel about it now, or whether I even want that other person to see it. If she was so concerned about what it implied, why not ask its author?
It's not nice. By all means, trawl through my past journals and raise your eyebrows if you will. Gain subtle insights into my character which you think you may infer. Indeed, conclude what you wish. But don't go bandying what you find around to other people with interrogative and convictive comments. The words you read weren't part of a script to a soap opera, it's me on the other end here.
I will continue to post journals on deviantART, in good faith.