Setting = random coffee house in somewhere Portland. Time = after class. Participants are wrapping up conversation. I stand at the front of the room, thinking. This really could have been better. There were things I wished I would have said. All the current underneath the current thoughts. Thoughts teachers simply should not share with their students.
Like you. Uh yeah, you (pointing) you in the back. Busy Betty. The one who secretly runs through every post in a juicy attempt to spread gossip about me. What’s your dealio? I know it’s low self-esteem and boredom but what does it really accomplish and are you truly satisfied with that? Why don’t you just ask me, the human in front of your face what you want to know? I think you enjoy stirrin’ it up a little, huh? Instead of trying to find details to spread, maybe it’s time to read one of my posts all the way through for a change.
And you. The one on the side winking at me. Harmless Henry. The one who always manages to send a pithy but pertinent quote my way. The answer is yes. Absolutely. I would LOVE to have an incredibly passionate affair. I think it about it too. Here’s the thing. Right now I am in a long-term relationship. Crazy huh? Ultimately I have always touted myself as a follow the energy girl. And you know (bite lip) I would love to do that with you. But if you only read this to find ammunition to score, maybe it is time to find another hottie of the month?
Ah yes. Then there’s you. Caring Carla. Sweet beautiful you. The one who always shows up, on time, reading intently and digesting every word. I love you. You are always a part of me and know most everything about me. Thank you for being in my life. I wish there was a way I could share more in person but sometimes I just cannot. Anonymous, random posts seem to be the path I have chosen for now. There’s so much to gain by just going inside and focusing a minute on the here and now.
And. Excuse me. Hey! YOU! Speedy Sport. The one who scans through a thousand blogs a day and never stops to fully comprehend the actual post itself. Keep moving. There’s nothing to see here. That you would get anyway.
Deep breath. Smile. Hi. How are you Sensitive Sarah? Yes my coffee is good. Yes. My chair is comfortable. Yes, I have everything I need. I know. You learn just reading through even one paragraph. Here’s the thing. It’s time for you to find your own style. Yes. I know. It’s important to drink in the style of those you admire. But there comes a time when your style is not just a combination of all those you have met along the way but truly yours. Hang in there. Keep reading and I cannot wait to see you emerge.
On second thought I am not quite sure my judgments would really benefit them. Maybe it is just time to acknowledge these simple observations should really be directed inward. It tends to be true that what bothers me the most in others is what bothers me most about myself. Ouch. It stings when the teacher schools herself!
Like you. Uh yeah, you (pointing) you in the back. Busy Betty. The one who secretly runs through every post in a juicy attempt to spread gossip about me. What’s your dealio? I know it’s low self-esteem and boredom but what does it really accomplish and are you truly satisfied with that? Why don’t you just ask me, the human in front of your face what you want to know? I think you enjoy stirrin’ it up a little, huh? Instead of trying to find details to spread, maybe it’s time to read one of my posts all the way through for a change.
And you. The one on the side winking at me. Harmless Henry. The one who always manages to send a pithy but pertinent quote my way. The answer is yes. Absolutely. I would LOVE to have an incredibly passionate affair. I think it about it too. Here’s the thing. Right now I am in a long-term relationship. Crazy huh? Ultimately I have always touted myself as a follow the energy girl. And you know (bite lip) I would love to do that with you. But if you only read this to find ammunition to score, maybe it is time to find another hottie of the month?
Ah yes. Then there’s you. Caring Carla. Sweet beautiful you. The one who always shows up, on time, reading intently and digesting every word. I love you. You are always a part of me and know most everything about me. Thank you for being in my life. I wish there was a way I could share more in person but sometimes I just cannot. Anonymous, random posts seem to be the path I have chosen for now. There’s so much to gain by just going inside and focusing a minute on the here and now.
And. Excuse me. Hey! YOU! Speedy Sport. The one who scans through a thousand blogs a day and never stops to fully comprehend the actual post itself. Keep moving. There’s nothing to see here. That you would get anyway.
Deep breath. Smile. Hi. How are you Sensitive Sarah? Yes my coffee is good. Yes. My chair is comfortable. Yes, I have everything I need. I know. You learn just reading through even one paragraph. Here’s the thing. It’s time for you to find your own style. Yes. I know. It’s important to drink in the style of those you admire. But there comes a time when your style is not just a combination of all those you have met along the way but truly yours. Hang in there. Keep reading and I cannot wait to see you emerge.
On second thought I am not quite sure my judgments would really benefit them. Maybe it is just time to acknowledge these simple observations should really be directed inward. It tends to be true that what bothers me the most in others is what bothers me most about myself. Ouch. It stings when the teacher schools herself!
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