LEAVE ME BE
Hey, Apple? I Don’t Journal
Not with you, anyway
Apple recently introduced a Journal app and has been pestering me to write in it. I did try it with a few pointless entries, but then I quit. If I have ever tried to keep a diary, I gave up quickly and do not remember it.
My grandmother kept a diary. She traveled all over the world, hobnobbed with some famous people, had a dangerous escape on horseback from a revolution — her diary must have had some very interesting entries, but one day she told me she had thrown it away. I asked why.
“Nobody would want to read it.”
I get it. Probably a lot of it was mundane stuff like “Had a quarrel with Beardsley.”
One of my attempted entries in the Journal app was “Got up to pee three times last night. I’m tired.”
Enthralling stuff, yes?
It’s not that I don’t write. I have been writing almost every day — insert drum roll here — since 1994 when I first connected to the internet pipe thingies. Sure, maybe some of it wasn’t much more exciting than my nightly pee count, but I think most of it was.
Some of my writing is a bit like journaling. I like to insert my life into my writing where I can. It’s more fun for me, and hopefully adds a personal touch some…
