I feel vaguely guilty about a recent entry. I listed lots of words, some of them very large, and then I left the few people who read my diary to fend for themselves, to go look the answers up, to try to decipher what all those letters conspired to mean.
Should I have included a little lexicon, so one might be able to tell at a glance which word indicates a fear of decay and which a fear of erections? If used improperly, a grand miscommunication could result, with myself bearing a part of the blame.
Or should I pride myself on forcing the nation (one very tiny slivery wonderful subsection of it) to do some homework and think for itself?
During the course of writing this entry, I suddenly realized that the people who read my diary are probably the sort of people who look up large words like that for fun. Self-inflicted guilt trip averted.
(Side note: I enjoy being self-referential. I shall, however, make an effort to limit my use of this technique, lest its glamour fade.)