May 19th, 2008
Seeing
Are you better at knowing other people than at knowing yourself? How much delusion is in what you “know” about others, and how much in what you “know” about yourself?
Transcriptorial: I see you, in you, through you. / It's me / I wish I could see.
[...] From Secret Vespers: [...]
I’m good at reading people – I can usually tell what’s wrong, even if it’s something they’re confused about. I hate people doing that to me, though. Self analysis, eugh. Apparently Irish people in general hate that (says an irish girl who went to drama college and came back to do a workshop with my drama class) – was she right?
i know alot about myself.. or so i like to think, because i’ve tried increadably hard to make myself what i am. although it’s more of an internal defiance then what people actually see. ah, if only they new i would be anounced as the worlds greatest actress! only my family ever really sees parts of the pent up me, and that’s only a brief glimps. were i ever to unviel the unabridged version of myself, well the world is not prepared for the rath of me. not that i’d reach the world. in short, i’m cynical, and mean, and have a temper to be feared. pent up emotions have made me nothing short of crazy, and believe me the whole “if you think you’re crazy you’re not” thing is a lie, because i am pretty certain that i am, in some way, mentaly distressed. however, despite my questionable mental state, i am a good judge in character. and future intentions, skeptisism helps, “i dare you to prove me wrong” is my mentality when it comes to other people. one thing i’m not good at is judging whether or not i’m going to be able to spen length amounts of time with them. i get sick of everyone, including myself. there is only one person in the entire world whom i have not yet wanted to throttle. that’s another thing about me… i am decidedly pessimistic, if you expect the worst, even from the best of people and situations then nothing can EVER go really badly, because it’s always better then you thought it would be. right?
The best answer to this is to read John Varley’s story ‘The Persistence of Vision’. People who don’t need eyes to see are interesting.