Okay, so my wonderful, lovely, intelligent, funny, beautiful, thoughtful roommate bought me a Wreck This Journal for my birthday last week. When I first looked through it, I was skeptical. As an English major, hurting books in any way, shape, or form is actually also painful to me, so intentionally destroying a journal was inconceivable. What a horrible idea.
And then I tried it.
And it’s incredible. Seriously, it’s the most liberating destruction I’ve ever taken part in, and I plan on messing up the whole thing. I feel like I should document this, so I’m going to. And all you lovely people get to suffer with me! It’ll be fun, I promise.
I haven’t done much in the journal yet. I have: traced my toes, ripped a page out and crumpled it up, ripped another page to shreds, and traced all of the things in all of my pockets. Considering how many pages there are, that isn’t a very big dent.
I’m going to keep at it though, and I’ll document how cathartic it is.
P.S.–I’m in a James Bond film series this semester for my colloquium magnum, so you’ll hear about that too, intermittently.