so, i know this guy who wrote this thing... to tell you the truth all i've read from his paper is "we live in a confesional society". it was enough. it haunts me. you see, any of my friends will tell you i talk a lot about myself: how i feel, what i think, what i sense... i, on the other hand, am not so sure. i think i talk around myself. in this baring ones soul thing, i'm more a flasher than a nudist. i walk around in a trenchcoat letting everyne know there's nothing underneath and then, suddenly, i show them. it's violent and rarely nice. like now: was that a confesion or one of those things where you seem to be opening up but really are not? it annoys me so, the fact that i wonder, the fact that i'm telling you i wonder... the thing about writing, though, is , for me, you're always exposed. always showing something about yourself. it doesn't have to be biografical or talk about your own life or anything, but it exposes you in a way... or maybe not.
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It's possible that you think too much about thinking -- at least that's what I thought at first, but then I considered that thinking is important, and thinking in a considered way is more important, and maybe one can't think too much about thinking.
ResponderEliminarHave you considered playing out your analogy in a physical sense to see if that sheds any light on your dilemma?