Last post got me thinking about when the audience began to exist. That got me thinking in terms of the few bits of memory I have chugging around my brain, the ones that really stick and come back at times.
-at some point, being picked on on the bus, probably 5th or 6th grade. Mike the bus driver saying, "someday people will see how beautiful you are". I truly appreciate him saying that 30 years ago and hope he is having a happy life.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
See, I told you.
No comments. But that's ok.
I'm really writing to the audience.
I don't know when I was aware of them, maybe around age 10? But I do know that there is a whole "taped before a live audience" watching me at times. Not in a Truman Show way necessarily, but in a sly, barely there way.
No, I'm not nuts. I've talked to other people who think this also. But you can't tell me you haven't had the feeling that there is a silent laugh track going on somewhere. Is this my awareness of a conscience? Of God or "guiding angels"? (that's a whole other post or 2!) Or is it narcissism that I think anyone would be interested in my daily grind?
Maybe it's the product of being an only child until almost age 7. I had very few people to talk to , so maybe I invented the audience to hang out with me. I wasn't an invisible friend kind of kid, but maybe in fact I was.
OK, I guess I should get some work done. The audience is very interested in what I have to say about them, but they don't get to have all the fun.
I'm really writing to the audience.
I don't know when I was aware of them, maybe around age 10? But I do know that there is a whole "taped before a live audience" watching me at times. Not in a Truman Show way necessarily, but in a sly, barely there way.
No, I'm not nuts. I've talked to other people who think this also. But you can't tell me you haven't had the feeling that there is a silent laugh track going on somewhere. Is this my awareness of a conscience? Of God or "guiding angels"? (that's a whole other post or 2!) Or is it narcissism that I think anyone would be interested in my daily grind?
Maybe it's the product of being an only child until almost age 7. I had very few people to talk to , so maybe I invented the audience to hang out with me. I wasn't an invisible friend kind of kid, but maybe in fact I was.
OK, I guess I should get some work done. The audience is very interested in what I have to say about them, but they don't get to have all the fun.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A journey of many miles begins with one step
I hate blogs.
Why does anyone think that their inner thoughts, pithy commentary and words of wisdom would be at all entertaining or enlightening to anyone else? Who is narcissistic enough to think that anyone would be interested, save the family dog or a really empathetic close friend?
Who are these bloggers? And who actually spends valuable minutes of their lives reading these inner monologues made outer?
Guess they're both me. I'm a teacher, mom, wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter (though my grandparents have passed), friend, coworker, volunteer, worshiper, learner, and writer.
Today I thought this was a good idea. Maybe no one else will ever read it, but I think I have enough to say in one place that it was finally vaguely interesting to me. If anyone but a spoofer, spammer, or accidental clicker reads this, I'll be surprised.
But if YOU do, and you know who you are, that audience I've been talking to for years, let me know what you think.
More soon.
Why does anyone think that their inner thoughts, pithy commentary and words of wisdom would be at all entertaining or enlightening to anyone else? Who is narcissistic enough to think that anyone would be interested, save the family dog or a really empathetic close friend?
Who are these bloggers? And who actually spends valuable minutes of their lives reading these inner monologues made outer?
Guess they're both me. I'm a teacher, mom, wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter (though my grandparents have passed), friend, coworker, volunteer, worshiper, learner, and writer.
Today I thought this was a good idea. Maybe no one else will ever read it, but I think I have enough to say in one place that it was finally vaguely interesting to me. If anyone but a spoofer, spammer, or accidental clicker reads this, I'll be surprised.
But if YOU do, and you know who you are, that audience I've been talking to for years, let me know what you think.
More soon.
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