So, Darin and I were supposed to go out to Kathryn's company's production of Fifth of July (which she directed) tonight, but Darin has been feeling sick all day and had a fever, so I decided we weren't going. Hopefully he will feel better tomorrow so we can go to the matinee.
As we're lying around this evening, watching the SuperFriends on the Cartoon Network, I started surfing the net. And I noticed a trend of topic among other online journalers. It's all about truth and identity and what we're doing here. I'd like to confess here and now that this entire diary is a joke.
No. Just kidding.
I'm real. Darin's real. I've really moved to Los Angeles to attend film school. All the stuff about the traffic conditions -- it's all true. The stuff about my angst -- true, true, true...oh, how true. CJ really exists too, in case she doesn't vouch for herself. Greg is real. Sho is a figment of CJ's imagination, but he gets his work done on time and he's funny, so he's okay so far as figments go.
Jessa's revelation that she's been making it all up and she's really a married woman named Shelly doesn't surprise me --
(Well, it surprised me that Shelly made up what sounded like an ordinary, believable life for Jessa. Not that I have anything against ordinary, believable lives -- I'm rather fond of mine, I'll have you know. It's just that, if I were going to make up a person keeping a diary -- and that idea's crossed my mind more than once, as has the idea that some of my fellow journalers aren't real -- I'd give that person a glamorous, action-packed life. In fact, it'd be clear immediately that this diary was fiction from the quantity of activity going on, because as the old saying goes, most men lead lives of quiet desperation.)
-- which makes me feel like there's something wrong with me, because everyone else has been so strongly affected by this. Ah yes, the tragedy of self-absorption: everything must have to do with me. When I read Jessa/Shelly's revelation (on a link from Willa's journal), I immediately thought, Hey, Jessa and Sage talk about one another a lot, they sounded like they were fairly good friends, Sage must have known.
So then I looked at Coffee Shakes and found that Sage was pretty upset about this. If I'd been on an intimate basis with someone and found out that person didn't exist, I'd feel like I'd gotten a punch in the gut. Which I guess means that even by reading someone's diary every day I don't feel intimate with them. And if that doesn't make you feel intimate with someone, what would?
Other than sex, and let's face it: that doesn't always work either. If it did, Pamela Anderson Lee wouldn't have been taken so surprised by Tommy's antics.
To sum up (what's that thanks I hear you give): I don't feel that Jessa/Shelly did anything wrong, but I wonder why she did it, because she doesn't feel comfortable with having done it.
The Captain and Tennille on RuPaul's show: forget the Book of Revelations...did Nostradamus predict this? I see the Endtime approaching.