I read some of your blog, and i hope you feel better.
it didnt seem appropriate to comment publicly, though it also does not seem appropriate to comment at all. You mentioned a bit of sadness and indecision and i hope you find your way.
A memory, and a thought that i frequently forget.
I pay to see this site and the beautiful women on it, and somehow, persistantly, I look upon the pictures that have been taken and the statements that are made with a kind of awe. Their is something of a reverence I feel for people who have chosen to be so...well... naked. open. revealing. That somehow the people I see live glorious hallowed lives, distinct from the petty insecurities that plague me on a day to day.
It is, entirely, not the point.
More commonly acceptable would be a subtle form of contempt, a rank ownership defined by my own needs and wishes.
Also, not my point.
Neither view point holds much water, to my mind. There is someplace in the middle where i like to hang out. something along the lines of quiet appreciation for a difficult job, well done. A fairly quiet spot in my head where i judge others against myself significantly less, and myself against them, not at all.
As slow as it seems, as painfully methodical, misdirected, and frequently wrought with anger, frustration, confusion, and ...whatever else is available as negative qualitative judgement... I think that i have done pretty damn well.
And without even knowing you, nor needing to, I think you have done a pretty damn good job too.
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Im as cold as the weather. I think I need to interact with people more. I miss that contact."
it didnt seem appropriate to comment publicly, though it also does not seem appropriate to comment at all. You mentioned a bit of sadness and indecision and i hope you find your way.
A memory, and a thought that i frequently forget.
I pay to see this site and the beautiful women on it, and somehow, persistantly, I look upon the pictures that have been taken and the statements that are made with a kind of awe. Their is something of a reverence I feel for people who have chosen to be so...well... naked. open. revealing. That somehow the people I see live glorious hallowed lives, distinct from the petty insecurities that plague me on a day to day.
It is, entirely, not the point.
More commonly acceptable would be a subtle form of contempt, a rank ownership defined by my own needs and wishes.
Also, not my point.
Neither view point holds much water, to my mind. There is someplace in the middle where i like to hang out. something along the lines of quiet appreciation for a difficult job, well done. A fairly quiet spot in my head where i judge others against myself significantly less, and myself against them, not at all.
As slow as it seems, as painfully methodical, misdirected, and frequently wrought with anger, frustration, confusion, and ...whatever else is available as negative qualitative judgement... I think that i have done pretty damn well.
And without even knowing you, nor needing to, I think you have done a pretty damn good job too.
"
Im as cold as the weather. I think I need to interact with people more. I miss that contact."
mrmorningwood:
Interesting perspective. After a year here I was thinking about trying to put down my thoughts on the Girls, but it's actually getting harder to form conclusions, not easier. I think that the more interactions I have *away* from here with those few I talk to the more interesting *this* becomes. I don't know about that anger, frustration stuff but your reverence for people who have chosen to flaunt their nakedness in a world their friends, co-workers, parents and everyone else they know lives in is shared to a large degree by me, but I don't know that you can paint away substantial insecurities with a brush so broad. Yeah, I love the Pavoni. It turns out a delicious cup every time.
brazenfait:
probably not, it is quite a inconsequential gesture, though sometimes the mirror is more clear when seen through different eyes.