...and lazy self absorbed blitherings (see my posts) .
....and trite observations (I also help here).
....and more crazy (me, not so much. Rather sane. Little drama, but man, there is a lot of it here).
...and then there is just...the mean (I take my mean elsewhere).
And every once in a while someone writes something good. (Emma Peel comes to mind...she usually comes to mind...Beth Mann...oh I have favorites, yes I do.. )
Mostly though, seems to be a lot of unintelligible private-yet- for-some-reason-public in fighting, quickly retracted flouncings, hinted at high drama, and bizarre alliances.
This seems to be a place that attracts the unstable and gives it a warm cocoon of acceptance and encouragement. When a regular "Salon Letters" meanie comes in here and comments on the silliness of the piffle here, and I catch them, I am half horrified for the person on the other end of that harshness (I have been on the receiving end of it too, by the way, and for a piece I was most proud of!), and also, quietly, uncompassionately....kinda glad they were called on their shit.
I dither here, back and forth, Not At ALL considering myself a writer, as I tend to write in a manner that is both tick-ish and juvenile, I can't spell, and my topics are frequently trite....when they aren't badly written horror stories of my past. ME ME ME, and once again ME. How tiresome.
(..and please don't counter the above with nice and encouraging words. I know my own worth, I know my own talents...I know what I am NOT good at as well, and you don't need to prop me up. I am not that fragile.)
I'm here for other's writing, rather than my own pats on the back, but I have been generously, undeservedly rewarded for my lazy efforts, far more than I deserve.
I have decided I really don't want to write about me any more, unless the reference to self is completely fucking unavoidable.
I am really bored with me.
I'm kinda bored with some of you too.
And I think some of us, and I put myself at the top of that list, can do better.
Or at least have the good sense to shut up and read, instead.
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I am not it. I am a reader of quality.
I am determined not to add to the crap...I think that is my larger point, really.
That's not clear, of course because I am not a good writer..
..yet.
Consider the source here, though, as I write obscure haiku/art pieces! I am part of the crazy end of the pool here.
"'Go sell crazy someplace else. We're all stocked up, here." - Jack Nicholson in 'As Good As It Gets'
Tip-toeing around a lot of the crazy is good tho, as is avoiding those persons and topics who make one's own normally sane self start to froth...
More people means more crazy.
A lot like life.
But I get you're point and to some extent I'm the same way. Not crazy about the crazy but I like to read and once and a while write something for love, for passion, for fun, and sometimes for all at the same time. I like that; it works for me. Find what works for you and stick with it.
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**Wanders off to read about magic rainbow powered cars**
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I sometimes feel like I am sitting beside a babbling brook - but when the babbling becomes alluring monologues it's time to relocate to a quieter clime.
I heartily agree. If I want crazies in my salon, I simply look to the horrid newszines that are provided gratis. It would be a sorry shame if this place became one of those.
I think I recognize the "meanie" you refer to, but If I'm right, I think this person also lives with the haunting fear that everyone else on OS is having a better life and more fun. (We probably are, too.)
If I cannot honestly praise another person's blog entry, I take the tack of "If I can't be kind, it is always possible to shut up." But if another person truly needs the catharsis of writing about an event in their past that haunts them, who am I to say they can't? It may be that some events are better written in private journals than they are in public blogs, but that decision is up to the individual.
I am sick of ME. Trying to find a way to write that has me as incidental.
Everyone else has the right to write of themselves, be as self indulgent as they want, actually!
I'm amused and delighted by a GOOD chunk of it. The rest bores me with it's over the top drama, so I said so....and I have this fear of adding to the collective drivel.
But..yanno..last thing I am gonna do is tell other people what to do.
I always, but always, speak only for myself.
The one point you make regarding writing about self - that one is so hard for me to get past. It all seems so horribly self-involved, doesn't it? And ultimately boring. At worst, it's self-exploitative, which can cause a real sick and vulnerable feeling.
I think about every point you mention every time I begin to write a piece. I HATE that certain people I know think they have some inside glimpse into my life by reading my blog.
I want to say, "Are you serious? Do you really think this is the real me? They're pieces of writing! That's it!" I hate that they get some misplaced voyeuristic gratification. I've been meaning to write a piece called, "I am NOT my Blog." But again, it's that same gross, selfish, weird feeling.
THOUGH with that said...I've still decided it's worth it. I just check in with myself - that I'm writing to express myself in a smart, centered way, utilizing distancing techniques by creating a character that is me, but not quite - if that makes sense.
Like Emma, I'm wondering what you experienced. Whatever it is, I understand, completely. Been there, a few times over. Funny, though, someone I actually know wrote one of the meanest comments. Everybody else can go fuck themselves - I don't know them and I don't care. It's so obvious that people are working out their own issues, I almost laugh at the transparency.
See? I told you...a tome.
And I don't care if you don't want to hear it - you ARE a good writer and I have ALWAYS enjoyed your writing here. It's authentic, romantic and edgy. It's mature work. So there!
It's tough after an attack or two here; there's a natural need to retreat, to re-evaluate. I've gone through it many times. But artists don't let the bastards stand in their way. That's exactly what they want. You just keep shining a bright light in their stupid, twisted, bored faces.
Wait. One final thought: when I'm feeling that gross feeling, I'll choose a really inconsequential topic and go to town on it. That's helpful. After my "friend" left me mean comments, I wrote about a baby elephant. You mention that in your piece - that keeps you away from the overly "me" aspect.
No sweets...I wasn't attacked, myself. Not for a long time, actually..just noticing a lot of that around here lately.
Though, there was the douchebag that said my infamous rape piece was immature and hysterical and I should forgive those two men.
That one...I didn't shrug off. I killed her and then ate her.
Don't tell anyone, ok?
Meanwhile..I am not trying to NEVER write about me. I just...want me to be a small part of the context of it all, yanno?
And thank you for the kind words. I just commented on your recent post. Egads, you are SO good at this.