In my short time being associated with the Deviant community, its become evident the rather explosive journalism of a few fellow Deviants i've come to be acquanted with. It is inebitable, perhaps, that one is destined to become bored of a journal post in the matter of a few days time. I have noted the masses of notifications birthed from the beast of prolific journalism here. Yet, should the ever-wandering Deviant scroll by page, he or she would note that i have yet to change my journal entry since the heady days of my Deviant involvement back in June. They can, reasonably, assume that i am not of the breed of prolific "journalers" that have so come to plague my notifications and curious reading eyes.
The above is true. I am not, nor do I ever see myself as become something of a factory of prolic journalism. given my Journalism track record the past few months, i can probably assume that whenever a rare treat of a new journal entry become necessary for me, i intend full-heartedly on setting by basis on quality, rather than quantity. My journals are for the most part few and far between-but they are also greatly characterized by their reputation of depth. Even now, as I sit next to two fellow Deviants (one of which is currently feeding the prolific beast as we speak with a new evaluation of their current situation in life) I can see my style come to life. This entry has already suceeded in surpasing-if not equaling-the lengths of other previous entries.
Given this situation, I find it prudent not to wander off in the laments of a Deviant who seems compelled to write of a crisis unfolding. Rather, i shall hope to end this laundry list of the discourses of fellow writers who tend to preserve an agenda of proliferation. Perhaps one day I shall become a factor in the crisis, a victim of my own willingness to demonstrate my ability, and pass the lamenting torch to some other fellow Deviant. Then again, if willingness to show ability is a potential genesis of the proliferation of journals, then who am I, one of similar attributes and abitions, to discredit such open statements of mind and essence? Perhaps it is human nature to condemn shadows of our own behavior, while saving pamperous visions of the self to ourselves...