Feeling the Same Way All Over AgainApril 8, 2011
I have come to find out that I know not myself or just prefer not to bring myself to those self-awareness parties. Much more fun to bring a changeable dramatic persona than anything having to do with reality, wouldn’t you agree?
And by you, I mean ‘me’.
How freeing and fun it is to type up such nonsense when I know no one is looking! Yet the possibility of being viewed (read) has it’s thrill. Unfortunately, I do feel I know the one or two of you who might happen to have this blog in their Google-Reader and thus upon seeing bold NEW post, ventures over here to be amused.
But is that amusement what I am going for? Because I *know* you. And yet I don’t. I know an IDEA of you.
Therein lies the rub. I have an IDEA of me that bursts upon my insecurities and causes me great angst. Better that I just do. DO; than sit and think. I think way too much.
Well? Can I structure an entire plot-driven or character-driven or new-age story line out of such nonsense? Have I already used the word ‘nonsense’? Crap. START OVER.
I need somebody – a person, character, protagonist – to drive some plot points even if they are action in the head, so to speak. The theme of misunderstanding. The theme of not knowing what you think you know. And the theme of not dealing with reality.
Which leads me to my favorite quote. Reality is only my perception of what is real. Who said that I do not know. Surely it is an ancient concept…