I date all my notebooks in case somebody in the future finds them. Is that weird? (That’s where you come in and say, “Of course it is, Emma, but we love you anyway.”) Well, let me explain.
Here’s the thought process: What if one day hundreds of years from now people find my notebook of quotes or my math notebook and it becomes some famous discovery? Because it was somehow randomly one of the only things preserved from our time period? And the historians of the future use it to find out how people lived in the 2000s. (Like, “Look! Here we can see that the owner was studying precalculus at this time, which we deduce to be a normal class taken by students at the time, showing the values placed on education during the early 21st century.” or “And we can see by this motivation quote that sports stars were high-up members of society, and that some had an influence on popular culture.”) So, I want to give the historians an easy time by dating my entries; hopefully then they could make accurate assumptions about our society today. (For example: “Oh, wow! Way back in 2015, people still wrote stuff down, with actual pen and paper, instead of using the brain-implanted computers which store facts and figures and information for us today! How archaic they were, even in the 2000s!”)
Do you follow my logic? Makes a whole lot of sense to me! I mean, the chance of someone finding my notebook hundreds of years in the future is minuscule, and the chance that they actually care about it is microscopic, but every once in a while, when I date a paper, this is what goes through my head. Maybe I’ve just been studying for my history class way too much in the past month. Do normal people have weird thoughts like this, too? Let me know in the comments!
PS: It’s likely that in the next few days I’ll be changing the look of this blog (I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, Again, really?). So don’t be surprised if you click a link to a post and don’t end up at THIS exact blog!