I think it's a generational thing. Growing up, diaries were always something you hid and lived in mortal fear that someone would discover, read, steal, and share exposing you to a living-hell of taunting and teen-angst; best demonstrated in this classic back-and-forth between Marcia Brady and her brothers (technically half-brothers) Peter, Greg, and Bobby:
Marcia Brady: [Marcia lost her Diary and is accusing one of the boys of taking it] Okay, if you hand it right over, I won't press charges
Greg Brady: What are you talking about?
Marcia Brady: As if you didn't know.
Peter Brady: Bobby, do you know what she's talking about?
Bobby Brady: No. Greg, do you know what she's talking about?
Greg Brady: No. Marcia, do you know what you're talking about?
Marcia Brady: I certainly do, someone in this room took my diary.
Greg Brady: Your diary, you mean you actually keep one of those stupid things?
Bobby Brady: What's a diary?
Peter Brady: It's a book, that you write things, that you don't want anyone else to know.
Bobby Brady: Why?
Greg Brady: So, you could write stuff like [Greg then sits at his desk imitating Marcia writing in her diary]
Greg Brady: "Dear diary, at last I met him, my dream man, it was at the delicatessen and our fingers tingled as we reached over for the same potato salad." [the boys laugh]
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I have never written any ridiculous thing like that in my diary!
Peter Brady: You didn't?
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I should say not!
Greg Brady: Then, why are you afraid that somebody might read it?
Marcia Brady: None of your business.
The current generation of "the kids" as I like to call them doesn't seem to have this problem though. I'll touch on that a little later.
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Haha - Well, I blog more than you...and I like to think that I don't post "diaryesque" things. I save that for the real journal...which is kept under lock and key! :)
I'll give some examples of what I mean exactly in a little bit. ;)
Ohh, I am awaiting anxiously!
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