I don't know why, but I almost did it again. Put the old cloak on and whirled myself in mystery for a new acquaintance.
Is it an attempt to control exactly what they'd know about me so I can make sure I'm kept in the best light? Is it because I'm not comfortable being me? Is it because I don't want my not necessarily perfect record and not necessarily good intentions out in the air?
When you run into somebody for the second time and they think it's the first, is it better to brush that under the rug for fear they'd go back and get references from that time?
Heck, I get a lot of people who meet me for the first time and say "Do I know you from somewhere"? Maybe I'm just one of those archetypal faces from the universal subconscious or something. Maybe I carry an air of easy familiarity. Maybe I'm just so average, I look like a lot of people and it's part of why I blend with crowds so easily as well.
If dressing up to meet someone is classified as putting your best foot forward, how much other "cleansing" is morally acceptable?
On the one hand, there are things in my past are well-buried and others I want to bury. On the other hand, I carry that within like sand grains in an oyster coated with pearl. It may all look pretty, but I know what's at the core, and it irritates me on occasion.
Kind of like how it bothers me to be hung up on the nature and necessity of being honest vs. being sincere. And to often think too much. It's usually where the introspective moods set in. No funk, just a different kind of blue.
- Pookah
Is it an attempt to control exactly what they'd know about me so I can make sure I'm kept in the best light? Is it because I'm not comfortable being me? Is it because I don't want my not necessarily perfect record and not necessarily good intentions out in the air?
When you run into somebody for the second time and they think it's the first, is it better to brush that under the rug for fear they'd go back and get references from that time?
Heck, I get a lot of people who meet me for the first time and say "Do I know you from somewhere"? Maybe I'm just one of those archetypal faces from the universal subconscious or something. Maybe I carry an air of easy familiarity. Maybe I'm just so average, I look like a lot of people and it's part of why I blend with crowds so easily as well.
If dressing up to meet someone is classified as putting your best foot forward, how much other "cleansing" is morally acceptable?
On the one hand, there are things in my past are well-buried and others I want to bury. On the other hand, I carry that within like sand grains in an oyster coated with pearl. It may all look pretty, but I know what's at the core, and it irritates me on occasion.
Kind of like how it bothers me to be hung up on the nature and necessity of being honest vs. being sincere. And to often think too much. It's usually where the introspective moods set in. No funk, just a different kind of blue.
- Pookah
- Current Music:Seal - "Whirlpool"
Comments
Did you choose the title of this journal post from the song "A Different Kind Of Blue" from The Passengers?
Just curious.
- Pookah
What other type of music do you like?
~ivory
My musical taste is best described by what I don't like: Any music lacking in skill or creativity or rhythm, or that I can't connect with. I'm more forgiving on the skill than the creativity part, but I still can't listen to Yo La Tengo after seeing them live. And I do prefer music with an upbeat pace.
- Pookah
When you say, in Germany, that you're blue...
It means your drunk.
I'd call that a different kind of blue.
Thinking too much always leads to depression.
Leisure time leads to thinking.
Take to doing something mindless if you're thinking too much.
Like snood :-)
I can only imagine how blues music gets translated, then. *LOL*
- Pookah
I told her she was blue.
"shh, don't tell!!"
It was confusing 'til she explained.
I'm not sure if I'll be german blue later, as I don't have plans yet this evening. But I can certainly see how that'd be confusing.
- Pookah
and sunglasses.
I need a new picture, but I have no scanner.
- Pookah
You're stuck with that platinum record.
when I think 'pookah' that flashes.
I usually get my pictures thusly:
Somehow, a picture is taken...
derf takes pictures when she's here, I get them from my mom and give them to derf.
She scans them.
She fools with them.
She gives me the end result.
Here, for example, is the original picture that my lj clip comes from.
I'll keep the record around. I just might add another picture or two. Maybe I'll dig through and hit Kinko's tonight or something. If I remember correctly, my new job has a scanner in the office ... hmm ...
- Pookah
mwhahahahah.
I like pictures.