And so noted -
Feb. 28th, 2004 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI've got to get better at something. I'm doing a terrible job at it right now.
And what would that be?
I try to cheer people up by belittling myself. You can't possibly be a waste of carbon - nobody is a bigger waste of carbon THAN ME! Bwaahahaaa....
*ahem*
This is both tactless and rude, not to mention presumptuous. My apologies.
However. What I try to do with that tactic is remind - gently remind as best I can - that nobody's perfect. And as big as I screw up, it doesn't have the power to destroy me. I'm not pretty, talented or special...really. And as long as I don't mind, it doesn't matter. Pretty is subjective; so is any perception of talent. I'm plenty special where it matters.
Just like anyone else walking around.
There are just too many days I'm convinced that if I've done my job presenting the argument against self-smacking, the comparison will be enough to jog your memory. (I suck. Big time. Jim is wandering around the house with a new digital camera right now - the pictures are frightening. He adores me and spends time *fixing* the bad ones he takes of me. Love is truly blind.)
I'd like to be a lot of things, truthfully. I know I work hard, and I know I do that very well - but I'd like to be able to sing. Ice skating was something I wish I could do well. Frankly, I wonder if I'll be able to sit down and sketch anything because lately I can't stand anything I do. However, I haven't thrown all the art supplies out yet.
There's just so much of this I can't do a thing about. And if I can't change it, why would I be responsible for any part of it? I have to accept it and make the best of it - which I may add, I'm very good at.
I'm still getting fan mail for the few fan fiction pieces I've done. I know I write well; though there are the days I wonder. That's healthy, I think. But I still do my best work when nobody can look over my shoulder.
But to assume that making a fool of myself makes your problems smaller in comparison is - well - rude. And if I have given that impression...it was unintended.
Guys, I make mistakes. I make BIG ones. And it's okay. I try not to make the same mistake twice, but I'm not a jerk just because I made it once.
It just kills me to see people try to motivate themselves to do better by chopping themselves off at the knees. It just does.
It must have driven my loved ones nuts when I did it back in the day.
But I have to get better at expressing this. How I'm doing it now belittles the other person's own experience and devalues their feelings - and that's not what anyone does to someone they value.
And what would that be?
I try to cheer people up by belittling myself. You can't possibly be a waste of carbon - nobody is a bigger waste of carbon THAN ME! Bwaahahaaa....
*ahem*
This is both tactless and rude, not to mention presumptuous. My apologies.
However. What I try to do with that tactic is remind - gently remind as best I can - that nobody's perfect. And as big as I screw up, it doesn't have the power to destroy me. I'm not pretty, talented or special...really. And as long as I don't mind, it doesn't matter. Pretty is subjective; so is any perception of talent. I'm plenty special where it matters.
Just like anyone else walking around.
There are just too many days I'm convinced that if I've done my job presenting the argument against self-smacking, the comparison will be enough to jog your memory. (I suck. Big time. Jim is wandering around the house with a new digital camera right now - the pictures are frightening. He adores me and spends time *fixing* the bad ones he takes of me. Love is truly blind.)
I'd like to be a lot of things, truthfully. I know I work hard, and I know I do that very well - but I'd like to be able to sing. Ice skating was something I wish I could do well. Frankly, I wonder if I'll be able to sit down and sketch anything because lately I can't stand anything I do. However, I haven't thrown all the art supplies out yet.
There's just so much of this I can't do a thing about. And if I can't change it, why would I be responsible for any part of it? I have to accept it and make the best of it - which I may add, I'm very good at.
I'm still getting fan mail for the few fan fiction pieces I've done. I know I write well; though there are the days I wonder. That's healthy, I think. But I still do my best work when nobody can look over my shoulder.
But to assume that making a fool of myself makes your problems smaller in comparison is - well - rude. And if I have given that impression...it was unintended.
Guys, I make mistakes. I make BIG ones. And it's okay. I try not to make the same mistake twice, but I'm not a jerk just because I made it once.
It just kills me to see people try to motivate themselves to do better by chopping themselves off at the knees. It just does.
It must have driven my loved ones nuts when I did it back in the day.
But I have to get better at expressing this. How I'm doing it now belittles the other person's own experience and devalues their feelings - and that's not what anyone does to someone they value.
