A journal a day keeps bad vibes away.

After one month of having an iPhone, I have bought my first app. But no, it’s not a journal logging application (in case you’re wondering what is my first app purchase, it’s Where’s My Water?). My second app purchase was the Day One app, which is a journal logging application. Gee, two app purchases in just one day? I hope I’ll be able to control myself with these impulsive purchases.

So why do I need to keep another journal? After years of blogging, I found out that as much as you want to say and publish everything in your blog, you’ll find yourself restricted most of the time. What if someone you’re referring to your blog reads it? What would he/she feel? What if your thoughts written and published might damage someone in any possible way? Spewing bad thoughts doesn’t have to hit someone else. But then, keeping those thoughts inside you won’t help you either. For so many days I’ve always been bugged with these negative brain farts that keep messing up in my head. I find it hard to think when I have these baggages wanting to get kicked out of my system. I tried blogging these thoughts, but then I’d found myself deleting them afterwards (the shortest timespan between clicking Publish and Delete buttons is one hour so far – which I think is the only thing quicker than Kim Kardashian’s marriages). It’s like spewing something and eating it back again (ewwness overload, I know, but there’s no better metaphor to describe it).

Then I saw this app that you could use and keep privately. Imagine all of your thoughts locked inside an app. You can create an entry anytime anywhere, and still be assured that no one will be able to read it. There’s no nagging sensation in your head thinking infinite “what if” questions. Just you and yourself.

Making a journal about everything privately brings out the honesty in you. Why would you choose your words if only you can read it? Why bother saying the polite words when no one’s gonna be offended? I must say that just moments after posting some entries I find them a little bit corny, but I must restrain myself from deleting them and writing a new one. It would just defeat the purpose, and at the same time cost me two dollars for nothing.

I’ll be doing this experiment and see if my mind would be clearer in the coming days. Thanks to Dumbledore for the idea of a pensieve. A place where you could store memories privately unless you show them voluntarily (or maybe under duress? But who would threat me for my journal’s contents? The antagonists in Mara Clara?).