Supposedly, when you start a diary, the first entry should be about who you are, your daily life, all that shit. Well, no one else is going to read this besides me, and I know who I am. So instead, I've got a few questions for you.
Why start a diary?
Is is because of the fact that people, for some reason, constantly feel the urge to talk? We're naturally sociable creatures. I know that by now. Some of us are less social than others, but it can't be denied that people do, at least at some points in their lives, enjoy the company of other people.
...Well, okay, so it can be denied, technically, but that makes the people that think that wrong, you see. ...Except when I thought it. I wasn't wrong then. I was just in denial. There's a difference.
But seriously. Why are we social creatures? Why do we constantly seek companionship? For reproductive purposes? Possibly, but in that case, what's the point of having friends? I've got a theory about that. A theory that, especially in a place like this, people seek companionship in an attempt to keep what little civility they have left. To prevent themselves from becoming yet another one of the thousands of monsters that populate the island, only to be slaughtered by other contestants.
Also, I've got another question. It might be a little harder than the last one.
Is finding companionship in a non-sentient journal a sign of insanity?
For that matter, what is sanity? And in a world filled with violent, sentient food, small, smelly drunken people, legions of undead, man-eating flora, and super-powered assholes, is it something worth keeping around, even if it means having to constantly live with the fact that you might be the only one with any sanity left?
I don't know how many answers I'll find by writing in this. But as long as I still have answers to seek, then I've got no choice but to seek them. After all, there's no point in having questions unless you at least try to find an answer.
