I read a quote today.. i cant remember it exactly, but it went something like this. A gift, given but not accepted, belongs to the giver. Insults and personal attacks are the same.
Sometimes we all hide behind our confessions; because revealing such to others, forces us to admit it to ourselves.
I don’t think we’ll ever be ready to confess all. We don’t have the power within us.
“Confessed silver sentences”: I really like the way you put that. I know of myself that, in my confessions (if you want to call them like that, I am referring to me writing about myself for myself, about self-analyses, patterns I’ve found, descriptions of problems I think I have, etc…), I write as if to impress someone. The real problem is, sometimes I get carried away and have to ask myself afterwards, wether what I just wrote is actually describing my anymore or wether I got carried away by writing in neatly arranged metaphors and similies and just projected problems into myself which I could in turn express through more metaphors…
Thanks :-) My trick for rooting out the self-indulgence from my writing is just to let some time pass. A couple of weeks later I can do a much better job filtering that stuff out than in the moment.
Even if you think you’re being completely honest, everything is biased toward how you perceive things. I never pretend that my perception of my own life is better than another person’s. The more you present about yourself, the more you’re really giving off the persona that you want everyone to see. There isn’t a single, ineffable “truth” about anyone.
“Themself” is utterly distracting. Him or her, with ‘him’ as the generic is really not insulting to either man or woman, and more important, it avoids the problems caused by clunky word use. An experienced and educated lifelong reader will be paused, startled even, by the incorrect usage, and given your intriguing and lyrical use of words (reminds me of Ray Bradbury some), I think it an unneeded artifice. I understand that many young people don’t see the problem with that construction, but I learned to read with Dick and Jane and I’m kind of set in my ways, so it just sounds like hick-speak to me.
So many of our public figures have this constructed openness. I think our culture of public relations encourages it. It’s like the first rule of PR is to reveal nothing but seem trustworthy.
This is why I gave up any attempt at “journaling” (the precursor to blogging.) I found myself writing as if someone were reading over my shoulder, writing to impress others, not expressing my real feelings.
I do not blog. In the first place, the whole world is not panting to read my philosophical musings on life, the universe and everything; in the second, as the news reports have revealed in several countries lately, once it’s on cyberspace it no longer belongs to you. Anything you blog can and will be used against you.
if you tell everyone your secrets, the only way they can hurt you are with the tools you yourself provided
I read a quote today.. i cant remember it exactly, but it went something like this. A gift, given but not accepted, belongs to the giver. Insults and personal attacks are the same.
Sometimes we all hide behind our confessions; because revealing such to others, forces us to admit it to ourselves.
I don’t think we’ll ever be ready to confess all. We don’t have the power within us.
“Confessed silver sentences”: I really like the way you put that. I know of myself that, in my confessions (if you want to call them like that, I am referring to me writing about myself for myself, about self-analyses, patterns I’ve found, descriptions of problems I think I have, etc…), I write as if to impress someone. The real problem is, sometimes I get carried away and have to ask myself afterwards, wether what I just wrote is actually describing my anymore or wether I got carried away by writing in neatly arranged metaphors and similies and just projected problems into myself which I could in turn express through more metaphors…
Thanks :-) My trick for rooting out the self-indulgence from my writing is just to let some time pass. A couple of weeks later I can do a much better job filtering that stuff out than in the moment.
Even if you think you’re being completely honest, everything is biased toward how you perceive things. I never pretend that my perception of my own life is better than another person’s. The more you present about yourself, the more you’re really giving off the persona that you want everyone to see. There isn’t a single, ineffable “truth” about anyone.
“Themself” is utterly distracting. Him or her, with ‘him’ as the generic is really not insulting to either man or woman, and more important, it avoids the problems caused by clunky word use. An experienced and educated lifelong reader will be paused, startled even, by the incorrect usage, and given your intriguing and lyrical use of words (reminds me of Ray Bradbury some), I think it an unneeded artifice. I understand that many young people don’t see the problem with that construction, but I learned to read with Dick and Jane and I’m kind of set in my ways, so it just sounds like hick-speak to me.
Just sayin’
Point taken. I’d rather people think about the question than be distracted by the words in the question.
The more open people believe you to be, the fewer questions they ask. It’s like hiding in plain sight.
There isn’t a better way to hide but in plain sight. There isn’t a better way to lie but to “say everything”.
Aren’t our politicians like this? Lots of hot air and little to nothing of what they really want to do or intend to steal…
So many of our public figures have this constructed openness. I think our culture of public relations encourages it. It’s like the first rule of PR is to reveal nothing but seem trustworthy.
I usually fear that that’s what I do to others.
This is why I gave up any attempt at “journaling” (the precursor to blogging.) I found myself writing as if someone were reading over my shoulder, writing to impress others, not expressing my real feelings.
I do not blog. In the first place, the whole world is not panting to read my philosophical musings on life, the universe and everything; in the second, as the news reports have revealed in several countries lately, once it’s on cyberspace it no longer belongs to you. Anything you blog can and will be used against you.