,,,Truth...
I took a walk to the San Francisco Main library today. To tell the truth I was a little overwhelmed. The place was amazing!
All
the words contained within all the many books. We humans are amazing.
The innate hunger to express and to be a part of it all. How much is
truth and what is fiction. When I walked out of the library I saw the
sign above and I took it as an omen. What is appropriate truth and how
much do I reveal when I communicate with other human beings. Could I be
absolutely truthful and survive? Are the fundamental patterns we have
to create fiction some innate survival mechanism? How much of either quality do I need and when to use it?...That's the question...
It's difficult to tell the truth...
It's inappropriate to be truthful at times
Being truthful could get you killed or maimed...
Where do you draw the line?
I
think when I'm writing I can get closer to the truth. There's no person
to person "fight or flight" emotion going on, which is a real bugger
for me. Believe it or not I'm actually terrified of people. I'm better
than I used to be though. Sometimes when I run into people my mouth
moves of it's own accord while at the same time there's this tremendous
dialogue going on between me, myself and I...
Me: Oh they hate me...
Myself: They'll find out I'm really stupid and vacuous!...
And I: I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone, I'm very tired, can we go home and take a nap you two?
Silence between people is difficult...
Me: This is so uncomfortable and embarrassing!
Myself: OMG! I'm so retarded, I can't think of anything to say. They'll think I'm stupid and vacuous
And I: Can't we go home? I really have to go to the bathroom...
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I
love my Dad, but he's one for never being able to leave space in a
conversation. I could literally put the phone down, drive 3 miles to
get a pizza and he'd still be yacking when I get back!
Touching
is good, but limited. I love to touch. I hug all the time. It's such a
beautiful act. I hug Cathy all the time, even when I'm absolutely
pissed off at her. It really takes the air out of the sails of
hostility! She talks and talks and talks...When I've had enough I curl
her hair in my fingers or I massage her hands, oh the earlobe pull is
the clincher! It's like rubbing an alligators belly.
Start pulling a guys earlobe and you'll probably get cuffed!
Guys
like getting stuff thrown at them, like a rolled up ball of aluminum,
paper, or whatever. They like the arm punch, but not to hard. It really
is a sign of affection in an appropriate guy way. Then there's you want
some gum? That's a good one, but the best, next to farting is to just
talk about chicks! Even gay guys like to talk about chicks. Whenever
you gals feel an itch in your ear that's usually a guy talking about
you...We know how intuitive your species is!
We would never tell
the truth of how we talk about chicks. Ladies you would be astounded at
the beautiful things that are said about you in your absence!
Guy 1: How's the little wife?
Guy
2: Oh you mean my lovely princess who is home cooking me a meal fit for
a king and dressing in sexy lingerie waiting for me to arrive home so I
can show her what a stud I am?...
Guy 3: No, not your houseboy! He was asking about your wife.
See...that's how guys talk! An intellectual punch in the arm.
I
was just thinking how yesterday talking to someone new, that I wanted
to sound interesting and make an impression without overdoing it and
coming off sounding like a Douche' !
I conscientiously made myself
relax and let it flow honestly and it flowed. Maybe at 54 years old I'm
finally learning about how to express myself and not worrying about my
qualities, but more of understanding the quality to found in others. In
other words knowing how to shut up and tell the truth. I'll write
more...the sign told me...The Universe speaks.
Some more Picts from my afternoon....
city hall
Inner Library
Maiden lane
Skyline
Fountain UN plaza
Farmers Market
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