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Ok, so here is my ultimate problem with LiveJournal: Either, what I write is all about me, and it becomes this kind of existential internalized thing, without concreteness.... and I find that boring, I find other people don't get it or don't want to read it. Good writing has colors, textures, sights and sounds. This paragraph would work so much differently read in a library, by a stream, in a traffic jam.
Or, I have concrete things to write about, and they therefore involve other people. Assumptions about them, and if I cut out all of those, do I try to disguise them so they won't be recognized? Point and wave? Ask them in advance if I can blog my personal thoughts about them?
Because this weekend, that is to say, Friday night into Saturday, I had a very interesting time for a long time.
Friday night I went to a friend's house. This house is extremely interesting, but to describe it in any way accurately would tell everyone who knew it exactly WHOSE house it was and everyone who didn't know it would know it if they stumbled upon it and have a pretty good idea where to find it. The fact that I even said "Friday night I went to a friend's house" tells 13 people automatically (and at least 4 other people by proxy) what the heck I'm about to talk about, because they were there.
I wouldn't make such a big deal of this except that due to a long history that I'm also probably not supposed to talk about, I didn't get to be in or at this house, or sometimes, by extension, in places where people who associated with that house were hanging out. So I went over Thursday to ask permission to come over Friday when other people would be there.
I was excited all day Friday about getting to go hang out with people. People I knew, people I didn't know, people I used to know, people I wanted to be social with.
And I loved it. I was silly, I played, I made people laugh, I laughed at them. I had long, heart-felt conversations until the not-so-wee hours of the morning, and when we woke up we drank a lot of coffee and went to lunch.
The grown-up who gave me permission: I turned to him at one point and said, "How's my bullsh*t going?" He said, "Ehhh," and I replied something like, "All that? Does that mean I can stop now?" He said, "Actually, you just passed." Something like that. I passed!
The housemate who was there was having fun. It was really hilarious to see him mugging and teasing people.
The guy who never really liked me before: He didn't freak out. He talked to me. We talked. About trying to get along with people. He's grown up some, too. But he's still him.
The kids, who were kids before, and now are adults, went out of their way to tell me I was ok, and they wanted me there.
The only tricky bit was the guy I used to like and hadn't seen in years. His life is in chaos, except for the bit where he's really close to and in love with his girlfriend... never mind, we'll see what it says later
Or, I have concrete things to write about, and they therefore involve other people. Assumptions about them, and if I cut out all of those, do I try to disguise them so they won't be recognized? Point and wave? Ask them in advance if I can blog my personal thoughts about them?
Because this weekend, that is to say, Friday night into Saturday, I had a very interesting time for a long time.
Friday night I went to a friend's house. This house is extremely interesting, but to describe it in any way accurately would tell everyone who knew it exactly WHOSE house it was and everyone who didn't know it would know it if they stumbled upon it and have a pretty good idea where to find it. The fact that I even said "Friday night I went to a friend's house" tells 13 people automatically (and at least 4 other people by proxy) what the heck I'm about to talk about, because they were there.
I wouldn't make such a big deal of this except that due to a long history that I'm also probably not supposed to talk about, I didn't get to be in or at this house, or sometimes, by extension, in places where people who associated with that house were hanging out. So I went over Thursday to ask permission to come over Friday when other people would be there.
I was excited all day Friday about getting to go hang out with people. People I knew, people I didn't know, people I used to know, people I wanted to be social with.
And I loved it. I was silly, I played, I made people laugh, I laughed at them. I had long, heart-felt conversations until the not-so-wee hours of the morning, and when we woke up we drank a lot of coffee and went to lunch.
The grown-up who gave me permission: I turned to him at one point and said, "How's my bullsh*t going?" He said, "Ehhh," and I replied something like, "All that? Does that mean I can stop now?" He said, "Actually, you just passed." Something like that. I passed!
The housemate who was there was having fun. It was really hilarious to see him mugging and teasing people.
The guy who never really liked me before: He didn't freak out. He talked to me. We talked. About trying to get along with people. He's grown up some, too. But he's still him.
The kids, who were kids before, and now are adults, went out of their way to tell me I was ok, and they wanted me there.
The only tricky bit was the guy I used to like and hadn't seen in years. His life is in chaos, except for the bit where he's really close to and in love with his girlfriend... never mind, we'll see what it says later
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For what it's worth:
Date: 2006-04-11 09:19 pm (UTC)These stories are your stories as much as theirs, and you have a right to name names and paint faces in your own stories. That said, I tend to cower towards discretion on the subject of people or subjects actually known to be sensitive. But as far as the rest of us are concerned...if we don't like being mentioned in public forums, we shouldn't frequent them, online or otherwise.
my $0.02
The Other Kat
Re: For what it's worth:
Date: 2006-04-12 02:22 am (UTC)