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Just making sure no one reads this right? Just me? No one stumbled upon this by mistake? Good.
The thing about "social media" and the "internet" and "blogging" is that you can share whatever you want. You choose whatever it is you may want to say. One can be as vague or cryptic as they want to be, but, can still feel repercussions. Be it in the form of employers that believe you are breaking a confidentiality clause or friends that may feel you are breaking a sacred trust by making things public.
It is a great fiction that one can portray one's self as a hero, villain, victim, or what have you at any given time. What does "one" want to be?
Why all this existential mumbo jumbo? Why now? For me? Life happens. Then you ponder about it. You ponder hard. You try to distract one's self from pondering. Be it through work, booze, hiding from the world, read, etc...
Why is it when others have problems in their lives they discuss it with me? I'm not wise. I'm no sage. I don't even believe myself to be that particularly intelligent. But yet there they are. Them talking. Me listening. I listen well. Too well for my own good. All I offer is my particular take on their situation and offer unconditional support.
But what happens to the "listener"? Where does that sad sap turn to? What if other listeners turn to this one particular listener? What then? You soak up all this energy from everyone else. You put in a place to be secreted away. Which still brings us back to the problem of what happens when the "listener" is going through a rough patch. There's the dilemna. Kinda sucks right?
Vague enough?
Good.
No one in their right mind should read this.
This little known public forum.
Ever see that moment in a movie or tv show? Or read it in literature? That moment when the character reaches an epiphany? A sudden realization? Now what if that realization is a bad one. Deep down in your guts. You know how it will play out. You joke about it turning out that precise way. Yet you continue the ride. You ride it out. Fully aware of that worst case scenario. Knowing it will happen does not make it hurt any less.
So that is where my head space is at the moment.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
Just making sure no one reads this right? Just me? No one stumbled upon this by mistake? Good.
The thing about "social media" and the "internet" and "blogging" is that you can share whatever you want. You choose whatever it is you may want to say. One can be as vague or cryptic as they want to be, but, can still feel repercussions. Be it in the form of employers that believe you are breaking a confidentiality clause or friends that may feel you are breaking a sacred trust by making things public.
It is a great fiction that one can portray one's self as a hero, villain, victim, or what have you at any given time. What does "one" want to be?
Why all this existential mumbo jumbo? Why now? For me? Life happens. Then you ponder about it. You ponder hard. You try to distract one's self from pondering. Be it through work, booze, hiding from the world, read, etc...
Why is it when others have problems in their lives they discuss it with me? I'm not wise. I'm no sage. I don't even believe myself to be that particularly intelligent. But yet there they are. Them talking. Me listening. I listen well. Too well for my own good. All I offer is my particular take on their situation and offer unconditional support.
But what happens to the "listener"? Where does that sad sap turn to? What if other listeners turn to this one particular listener? What then? You soak up all this energy from everyone else. You put in a place to be secreted away. Which still brings us back to the problem of what happens when the "listener" is going through a rough patch. There's the dilemna. Kinda sucks right?
Vague enough?
Good.
No one in their right mind should read this.
This little known public forum.
Ever see that moment in a movie or tv show? Or read it in literature? That moment when the character reaches an epiphany? A sudden realization? Now what if that realization is a bad one. Deep down in your guts. You know how it will play out. You joke about it turning out that precise way. Yet you continue the ride. You ride it out. Fully aware of that worst case scenario. Knowing it will happen does not make it hurt any less.
So that is where my head space is at the moment.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
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