Excerpt from Journal According to John by Sheryl A. Keen
I am making my second entry in this journal. I’ve taken up this activity on the advice of Maya, my cousin and friend who thinks it will be good for me. I strove hard against the idea of catharsis and all that business of cleansing because I don’t know what good having my problems written down in hard black and white will do.
If anything, this constant writing must be a continuous reminder of the kind of life I have cultivated. I also don’t know many men who write in journals, and I don’t want to be a pioneer this way. But sometimes friends win, with their constant and insistent badgering, as only they can. Maya could influence cow to buy milk; her powers of persuasion are limitless.
At a time when my marriage has dissolved like Andrews Salts in water, dissolving yet fizzing all over the place, the last thing I want to be committed to is making journal entries, especially about issues that are dark and troublesome, issues I placed at the back of my mind long ago, yet which have shaped this shell of a thing I’ve called my life.