San

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Sunday, 8. November 2009, 03:11:11

Sometimes I wonder if I should just throw caution to the wind and spill all on my blog. I had certain reasons for starting this blog but now I continue for other reasons. One big reason is that I can look back at posts and remember what was going on in my life then. Is that a good thing? I have over 20 diaries in my closet that I never look at. One reason is that my handwriting is so poor. lol. It's so difficult to read them. Even though I don't talk about really intimate things here on Opera, by reading old posts I can recall the details I left out.

There are a few people here on Opera who write really personally. I wish I could express my inner thoughts in that way. Sometimes.

Do you realize that every picture I post, every cartoon, blog quiz, song, poem, meaningful conversation has deep thought behind it? It may not seem so at times. Hmm.

Yesterday I went out with a new friend, who will remain just a friend. Today I saw someone from my past who I hadn't seen for a long time, and whom I thought I'd never see again. Sigh. Hmmm. Tomorrow, I'm meeting someone I've never met before. Life is too confusing sometimes.

But, my hair looks great right now! And I'm going out soon. The night is young.

What's your true love's name?Oh Canada!

Comments

Stardancer # 8. November 2009, 04:24

"Do you realize that every picture I post, every cartoon, blog quiz, song, poem, meaningful conversation has deep thought behind it?"

I thought so. And ditto.

spooksister # 8. November 2009, 05:03

I can tell that you put immense thought into all your posts but I should - I share genetics with you

I admire the way you are able to express yourself on so many levels and how you 'mix' it up, humour, music, photo journals, meaningful conversations...

nopanic # 8. November 2009, 06:20

At work, maybee two years ago, I printed out ALL your meaningful conversations. I just like reading them. In a strange way they make me feel warm and happy. Especially the early ones with mister C

It´s like listening to two philosophers from different backgrounds

You´re a good teacher. I wish I had had, a teacher like you. Many things and many pains would have been avoided

My son had a good one though. She allowed him to stand up and walk around in class. He couldn´t concentrate sitting down. Too uneasy legs. The teacher met him where he was. So do you in your sessions, I think.

clean # 8. November 2009, 07:43

If it's easier to write your thoughts on Opera, but you've got a post or two you aren't sure about sharing with everyone, just do a private post (as opposed to a friends only).

But keep doing the public ones, too, eh?

gdare # 8. November 2009, 07:56

It is never easy to speak your inner thoughts out in the open. Sometimes it is hard to express them the way other would understand. But, sometimes even a hint is enough - and readers would understand. At least some of it.
You are a techer and you read a lot - you shouldn`t have problems in expressing your thoughts

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:00

Thanks Stardancer. Ditto encore.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:03

Thanks Sis. Though I do try to write mostly for myself, I'm glad you hear me. Maybe because I live alone, I have no one to tell my little stories to, well, it's nice to share it with others. Especially my meaningful conversations.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:05

Yes Adam, secrets are good. They will remain so.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:15

Thanks Nic. That warms my heart knowing you've printed off Mr. C's conversations. I adore him. He is the only student that I let ramble like that. I hope I will continue to know him throughout his life. Lately, I haven't been writing down our conversations because they've actually become more deep, and I've become more involved in listening to him. I feel tempted to tape our conversations but I don't think that would be so ethical. Anyway. What a little miracle he is.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:16

Clean, I don't think I've ever done any private posts! I'll have to check on that.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:20

I do have troubles expressing my thoughts Dare. That's why I'm an artist. Feelings are more easily expressed through alternate means.

gdare # 8. November 2009, 08:31

We all have our ways. Writing is one of my ways but I can`t do it right all the time. Sometimes I just miss words to explain. Then I let it go....

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 08:34

yes, it's impossible to be fully understood. Sometimes don't you feel it though? That someone totally gets it? Yes, just let it go...

hungryghost # 8. November 2009, 08:35

I cleave to E.M. Forster who wrote that "A man may have doubts, but he should have the grace to keep them to himself"

La la la. I write randomly. Yah. I'm random personified.

gdare # 8. November 2009, 08:52

Originally posted by sanshan:

That someone totally gets it?

Yes, and it could be seen in a comment. I am glad when it happens. The sign that I am not a complete lunatic - or that I am not the only one, at least

Hungry

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 09:14

Yes Hun, my doubts are my own.

The personification of randomness. Yes, I envision it must be in the form of a sleek handsome malaysian queen. Yesh.

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 09:17

Yes Dare, you can be certain in the comfort of lunatics.

hungryghost # 8. November 2009, 09:52

Oh puh-leese...Queen with a q is pejorative. I'm going to cry myself to sleep now, dehydrate and wake up with a wrinkly face and it'll all be YOUR fault.

gdare # 8. November 2009, 10:55

San has a cure for wrinkles - she just don`t laugh

nopanic # 8. November 2009, 11:38

I understand. How great you two still have contact

Think of the impact you´ve had on each others life. Wonderful.
Some documentary crew should film the two of you.

hungryghost # 8. November 2009, 18:32

@gdare...

San has had to conserve her smiles...

"I only smile at single men in their 30s these days, I can't afford the loss of elasticity!"

la la la, I can't hear you... heh heh heh

sanshan # 8. November 2009, 18:33

It's true, it's all true.

gdare # 8. November 2009, 18:35