I think I have a conflicted brain, because the genuine part of
me is drawn towards expressing myself genuinely, regardless of what other
people do or don't think. I've been like that for years. I'm pretty open to
honestly expressing how I feel about things, but then I also question the
validity and depth of the way I feel about things, even though they're my own
feelings, so why am I questioning their validity. It's not like I'm stating my
feelings as hardcore facts or something.
So for this morning's example, I woke up feeling embarrassed
more than three hours before my alarm was set. I felt embarrassed that I had
posted links to several old songs by This Mortal Coil (even though I liked the
songs and that's why I posted them) and I felt embarrassed about this long-ish
personal commentary that I placed above one of the songs. I felt embarrassed
that I backtracked to 20+ years ago and I felt embarrassed about the age I am
now. None of this embarrassment really makes sense. The worst thing I did was
over-share my own thoughts and it's not as if anyone is being forced to read
them, so what's the big deal? I'm tired of my brain waking up feeling
embarrassed by me being an expressive individual.
Maybe this is part of the reason why I'm a writer. It feels
important for me to openly, creatively express myself, but I'd rather do it on
paper (or on the screen) rather than expressing myself in person and feeling
semi-randomly embarrassed the next day. But even though my predominant form of
creative expression is poetry and I enjoy writing poems and having them selected
for publication, I often feel edgy and awkward and borderline embarrassed about
being part of a public poetry reading, because then I have to read my words in
front of people in person, which sometimes feels too presumptuous or
assumptive, even though it's not.
Back to waking up hours before I was supposed to and feeling
embarrassed about what I had posted on my own facebook page, I also had a
headache when I woke up, so I didn't have the energy to re-read what I had
written, in order to determine if it was truly worthy of embarrassment. I
didn't delete my posts; I just changed their "Shared" status to where
only I could see them. Am I turning into someone who only likes talking to
myself? Well...no, because if that was the case then why would I be writing
this and why would I take the time to submit my poems instead of just piling
them up in boxes in my house? I don't like hiding things. I like sharing. Even
if I feel semi-randomly embarrassed by parts of what I share. Sigh.
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I'm now adding one of my embarrassing feeling posts from yesterday because once I re-read it today, it really wasn't all that embarrassing - and even if it is, it's the way I sometimes feel anyway.
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I'm now adding one of my embarrassing feeling posts from yesterday
"Sometimes when your mind backtracks into your past, it feels weird thinking that your own interpretation of your past self might only exist in your own eyes and mind and not in anyone else's (except for their own interpretations, which might be significantly different from your own).
I'll bet I remember things about others that they don't remember about me - and I'll bet others remember things about me that I don't remember - maybe nobody remembers anything the same.
Significant others in my present that are still connected with their past in parts of present life, I wonder if they can imagine how it feels to mostly only be connected with your past significant others in dreams and your own minds (possibly convoluted) memories, because you don't have personal present contact with most of the individuals you used to be significantly involved with.
Maybe it's like that for a lot of people. I don't know. I mostly just know what it's like for me and what other people choose to share with me, from their interpretations."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjywQOuzeSY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjywQOuzeSY
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