Knowing or unknowing, we create the character we play to find a place where we can fit in society. The degree of difference between who we really are and the character we create is an indicator of how comfortable we feel in ourselves. The real question is - all those other people with whom we interact - how far away from their real self is their character? How much can we believe? How much can we trust?
Excuse me while I go back in my burrow and pull a rock over my head. It's more than 6 weeks til spring.
Thoughts from a compulsive crafter, retired schoolteacher, conservative, clutter-creating, pet-loving Southern girl who can't decide what to be when she grows up. Or digs out from under the clutter, whichever comes first.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
If I could just find that safe place...
Sounds like a serious title. Nope. I just can't find my camera. I took it out in the yard on April 27th to take pictures of the massive root ball in my yard and the top of the tree on my neighbor's roof. Then I went back inside and put the camera down in... yes, a "safe place." Haven't seen it since.
The reason I bring this up is that until I find my camera I can't change the knitting pictures on this page. It's almost time for the Pumpkin Patch again, and the hats in the pictures are already gone. Hmm... maybe if I clean off the mail table in the kitchen?
The reason I bring this up is that until I find my camera I can't change the knitting pictures on this page. It's almost time for the Pumpkin Patch again, and the hats in the pictures are already gone. Hmm... maybe if I clean off the mail table in the kitchen?
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Distance
When I told you what you didn't want to hear
I looked in your eyes and saw the person you never let out
but I've always suspected was there.
You'll never admit it.
It's part of the make-believe
we've built to live in.
I look across the gulf
and wonder if it is my mistrust of myself
or my validation.
We will go on, you in your world, me in my mind,
always wondering
how this will end
and if I was ever right.
I looked in your eyes and saw the person you never let out
but I've always suspected was there.
You'll never admit it.
It's part of the make-believe
we've built to live in.
I look across the gulf
and wonder if it is my mistrust of myself
or my validation.
We will go on, you in your world, me in my mind,
always wondering
how this will end
and if I was ever right.
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