...i forgot "confessional"

sure, some will accuse us of playing semantics games here...and i think you'll have to agree the lines between memoir, diary and confessional aren't that sharply drawn...especially in the blogosphere...

but nevertheless...witness my stab at differentiation below.


confessional:

i'm an a__hole. it's decided. i passed my test yesterday and acted EVER so much the ingrate to my ex-.

wunderbar. it's everything i ever dreamed!

ugh.



memoir:

i'm checking out. i'm distancing myself from my world at large for a time.

i can feel a change occurring in my way of seeing things; of reacting; of reasoning through and resolving issues that arise, even! every thought is heavily portentous, it seems -- even more than usual!! (heavy)



diary:

what's going on in my mind? why do i spend money i don't have now, against what i will (inevitably) earn in the near future without even a clear idea of what i might be doing to earn it? what gives me the idea i'm about to "come into money" and can therefore continue to live like i'm flush with cash, when the truth is it's monday, i don't get paid 'til friday, and i have $20 in the bank to last the rest of the week? what makes me think i'm in the same league as all the friends and acquaintances and people i see around town who have already made their fortune, when i don't even have a good idea - much less any sort of plan to tap its potential - of what i'll do for mine?

so there you have it, folks! three types of blog entry...and one jaded, hapless son-of-a-b---h with delusions of grandeur.