Who Am I, I Am Who, Am Who I
In response to your kind comments,
"... so if you'd really like the address i'd be happy to give it to you, but i understand if you don't want to see it." [=
LOL, because this isn't self-deprecating at all.... ^_^
On the contrary, I am quite seriously in pursuit of compliments. :) When I write, I will say anything and everything that I normally wouldn't. I really give vent to the neurotic paranoid in my mind. I write about myself writing about myself. (It's all me, really) There are distance and walls and a computer screen separating the Me in Person and the Exaggerated Me in Writing. This is my Hyde. Me in Writing is a character of my imagination. I am the subject of my comedy, like Woody Allen. ^_-
This makes no sense. That's why I like it.
This is the real me: I'm very nervous about posting what I've written. I've read some blogs, but those are the famous, well-established ones. I'm ecstatic that you think mine is "entertaining" but I was really scared that I don't have anything worth saying. I had to ask close friends whose opinions I value highly to evaluate the mishmash content. I know you'll tell me the truth, and if it's a flop, you won't squish me like an ant in the sugar bowl.
If I am too self-deprecating to be real, unfortunately, I am. I wish I wasn’t persistently persecuted with the fear that I am a pygmy among giants. So many people are extraordinarily talented—you’re high on the list yourself J—and sometimes I just want to sneak into a dark corner and watch the show from the sidelines (not what I’m doing now, obviously J).
If I am too effusive in my compliments to be real, fortunately, I am. I am simply in awe of the people around me. Their strong, generous, and admirable characters leave me with unhinged jaw banging on the floor.
Also, I would prefer that it not be TOO obvious who I am (thank you for mentioning both our names), despite my recounts of personal experiences. I intend to write some rather damning and incriminating things, and if a teacher or someone similarly undesirable happens by a truly unfortunate stroke of luck to come across my scribbles, I am doomed.
If I write anything sounding remotely modest on the blog, I'm not being serious. Seriously. Oh, you have no idea of the long hours I spend rehearsing and writing the script of my life. LOL...
Lastly, I wouldn't have saved what I wrote or put it on the blog if I didn't think it was worth keeping for an idea or some aspect of it that I could look back on in the future and say, "That's...interesting, in a very weird and traumatizing sort of way."
Well, this has been a doleful Apologetic. :)
"... so if you'd really like the address i'd be happy to give it to you, but i understand if you don't want to see it." [=
LOL, because this isn't self-deprecating at all.... ^_^
On the contrary, I am quite seriously in pursuit of compliments. :) When I write, I will say anything and everything that I normally wouldn't. I really give vent to the neurotic paranoid in my mind. I write about myself writing about myself. (It's all me, really) There are distance and walls and a computer screen separating the Me in Person and the Exaggerated Me in Writing. This is my Hyde. Me in Writing is a character of my imagination. I am the subject of my comedy, like Woody Allen. ^_-
This makes no sense. That's why I like it.
This is the real me: I'm very nervous about posting what I've written. I've read some blogs, but those are the famous, well-established ones. I'm ecstatic that you think mine is "entertaining" but I was really scared that I don't have anything worth saying. I had to ask close friends whose opinions I value highly to evaluate the mishmash content. I know you'll tell me the truth, and if it's a flop, you won't squish me like an ant in the sugar bowl.
If I am too self-deprecating to be real, unfortunately, I am. I wish I wasn’t persistently persecuted with the fear that I am a pygmy among giants. So many people are extraordinarily talented—you’re high on the list yourself J—and sometimes I just want to sneak into a dark corner and watch the show from the sidelines (not what I’m doing now, obviously J).
If I am too effusive in my compliments to be real, fortunately, I am. I am simply in awe of the people around me. Their strong, generous, and admirable characters leave me with unhinged jaw banging on the floor.
Also, I would prefer that it not be TOO obvious who I am (thank you for mentioning both our names), despite my recounts of personal experiences. I intend to write some rather damning and incriminating things, and if a teacher or someone similarly undesirable happens by a truly unfortunate stroke of luck to come across my scribbles, I am doomed.
If I write anything sounding remotely modest on the blog, I'm not being serious. Seriously. Oh, you have no idea of the long hours I spend rehearsing and writing the script of my life. LOL...
Lastly, I wouldn't have saved what I wrote or put it on the blog if I didn't think it was worth keeping for an idea or some aspect of it that I could look back on in the future and say, "That's...interesting, in a very weird and traumatizing sort of way."
Well, this has been a doleful Apologetic. :)
"I had to ask close friends whose opinions I value highly to evaluate the mishmash content. I know you'll tell me the truth, and if it's a flop, you won't squish me like an ant in the sugar bowl."
You trust me to give you a good critique of your blog? Could you be...serious!?:)
Seriously though, I don't think you need to be worried about what to write here. A blog really is just a type of journal, so espress your thoughts in whatever way you feel best. It doesn't matter if what you write makes sense or not! Though, I must say... Your last few entries are far more interesting and eloquent that any of the ones in mine!
Stop worrying, you freak. You're the best writer I know, and please, please - DON'T take that as a compliment. I have a reputation to uphold; I don't want to all of a sudden sound "nice"...;)
-sheeeeeena
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Anonymous |
6:49 PM
"A blog really is just a type of journal, so espress..."
BUHAHAHAHA!!
I spelled "express" wrong!
This is honestly proof that I AM the dim light bulb of the group. :(
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Anonymous |
6:51 PM