I once read a little piece on friendship that was quoted in a Dear Abby column. It was comparing friendship to marriage and to the relationship between a parent and child, and even to a business partnership.
It made the excellent point that friendship is that one relationship- that one bond, that one union- that we enter into without any legal proceedings. Nothing binds us to our friends but our fondness for each other. It is a relationship that we look to for security, but has none. Anyone can extinguish a friendship at any time for any reason, with no repercussions.
In a business partnership, there may not be fondness. There may not be trust. There may not be cordiality. But those are the bases of a friendship.
In a relationship between parent and child, there is an unequal power balance. The parent has authority, makes the decisions (ideally), and wields the control. A friendship is based on the nature of equality and the even sharing of power and decision-making between friends.
And marriage. You can only marry one person. Can you imagine the same limitation on friendships? There is always the question- would you rather have one close friend or 5 more distant ones. Can you even think to decide between the two? So many people respond- I would like 5 close friends, please and thank you. Me too.
My best friend lives 2000 miles away. It's probably one of the most difficult things I have had to deal with in a long time. God has been kind enough to send her here when I need her most (a breakup, for instance). But when you think about the insecurity of friendship, you know that a long-distance romance is one thing, but a long-distance friendship is harder than you can imagine.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
A nasty case of MySpace
MySpace has become like a virus… infecting everyone, and it’s spread through human-to-human contact. Friends knowingly transmit the disease to friends. “Get a MySpace. We can keep in touch.” I am not innocent in this epidemic.
Generation X, Y, and Z have become overwhelmed with MySpace hysteria. Many new bands do not bother creating web sites anymore, because of the ease of creating a MySpace site, and its access to their target demographic. Actors, comedians, and even political candidates have MySpace pages. It’s the ultimate self-promotion, and it’s so easy! No need to learn HTML anymore. Cut and paste from a few easy-to-use web sites, and you can have a custom-looking site in minutes.
But why? Why this proliferation of MySpace pages? For every moment that you refresh a page, more and more people have joined. Some people do it to meet people, especially romantic prospects. Others use it to promote their businesses or parties. Still others have social causes to support. And then there are some who do it out of sheer vanity. “Here I am! On the Internet! I’ll never be famous, but people all over the world can see blurry self-portraits taken with my cell phone!”
MySpace has become a calculated chaos designed to impress the masses. The home page of the site is a conglomeration of videos, advertising, “new members,” and promotions. It is almost unrecognizable as the networking web site it was originally intended to be. It’s only a matter of time before the commercialization of MySpace follows the nature of all things- from radio to television to magazines.
The motivations are varied. But result is the same. Self-promotion feeding self-absorption in an attempt to convey not the identity that one has, but the identity one wishes to have. Because in the end, the MySpace page is not for oneself, but for all to see. It’s impossible to forget that the world is watching. One is limited by the thing that seems most liberating- space.
Generation X, Y, and Z have become overwhelmed with MySpace hysteria. Many new bands do not bother creating web sites anymore, because of the ease of creating a MySpace site, and its access to their target demographic. Actors, comedians, and even political candidates have MySpace pages. It’s the ultimate self-promotion, and it’s so easy! No need to learn HTML anymore. Cut and paste from a few easy-to-use web sites, and you can have a custom-looking site in minutes.
But why? Why this proliferation of MySpace pages? For every moment that you refresh a page, more and more people have joined. Some people do it to meet people, especially romantic prospects. Others use it to promote their businesses or parties. Still others have social causes to support. And then there are some who do it out of sheer vanity. “Here I am! On the Internet! I’ll never be famous, but people all over the world can see blurry self-portraits taken with my cell phone!”
MySpace has become a calculated chaos designed to impress the masses. The home page of the site is a conglomeration of videos, advertising, “new members,” and promotions. It is almost unrecognizable as the networking web site it was originally intended to be. It’s only a matter of time before the commercialization of MySpace follows the nature of all things- from radio to television to magazines.
The motivations are varied. But result is the same. Self-promotion feeding self-absorption in an attempt to convey not the identity that one has, but the identity one wishes to have. Because in the end, the MySpace page is not for oneself, but for all to see. It’s impossible to forget that the world is watching. One is limited by the thing that seems most liberating- space.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
How to meet a man...
I have no idea. I have over a decade of dating experience, and I still don’t know how to meet men. I can tell you, however, what does NOT work:
The grocery store does not work. I actually dated a guy who I met at a grocery (the “singles” grocery, of course). There are a couple problems with this approach. First, you better not be buying anything embarrassing. Steal the pregnancy test if you must, but don’t leave it right there next to the Chex cereal. Second, I have found that the natural first date from a grocery store meeting is a homemade dinner. “Hey, you’re buying food! I like food!” This is not a good idea. There is nothing more awkward than being in your apartment with a stranger with nothing to distract you but some steak and salad. (Disclaimer: It’s not safe, either).
Museums, galleries, plays, and other cultural pursuits do not work. Again, there are a few problems with this idea. You think to yourself, I’m going to meet some urbane, sophisticated, mature man this way. No, you’re not. You are going to meet men with girlfriends or wives. You are going to meet gay men, or men who aren’t quite sure. You are going to meet men who spend more money on their shoes and more time on their hair than you do, and who wants to give up that much closet and bathroom space? It seems smart, but don’t bother.
Work- do I even need to say anything here? Best-case scenario, you get married and you lose your job. Worst-case scenario, you break up and lose your job. In between, you break up, and you keep your job and watch him date another co-worker. Does this even sound like fun?
If the men you meet at museums are a little too metrosexual, you’re thinking- fine, I’ll go to a sporting event! I will meet a man who is down-to-earth. He wears a baseball cap. He drinks Budweiser. He is passionate, you can tell by the way the veins in his neck pop out when something happens on the field. I hate to be the one to crush your dreams, but men at sporting events are not there to meet women. You are only going to annoy them by hitting on them. Have you tried to talk to your boyfriend when he is watching a game on TV and he ignores you? How do you think he feels when he’s watching it in real life? The only woman he is interested in at a sporting event is a cheerleader on the big screen.
If you think I’m even going to touch on bars and nightclubs or internet dating, you are thinking far too little of me.
At this point, you are thinking, “for pete’s sake… where DO I meet a decent man?” Re-read the first line. I have no idea. However, I have a suggestion. The only venue I have found no serious problems with is friends’ parties. As long as you get a go-ahead that someone is single, they obviously have some clearance from people you know as to not being crazy. They are not distracted by a live sporting event, and you don’t have to make them dinner. It’s the best I can offer. Then again, I’m single.
The grocery store does not work. I actually dated a guy who I met at a grocery (the “singles” grocery, of course). There are a couple problems with this approach. First, you better not be buying anything embarrassing. Steal the pregnancy test if you must, but don’t leave it right there next to the Chex cereal. Second, I have found that the natural first date from a grocery store meeting is a homemade dinner. “Hey, you’re buying food! I like food!” This is not a good idea. There is nothing more awkward than being in your apartment with a stranger with nothing to distract you but some steak and salad. (Disclaimer: It’s not safe, either).
Museums, galleries, plays, and other cultural pursuits do not work. Again, there are a few problems with this idea. You think to yourself, I’m going to meet some urbane, sophisticated, mature man this way. No, you’re not. You are going to meet men with girlfriends or wives. You are going to meet gay men, or men who aren’t quite sure. You are going to meet men who spend more money on their shoes and more time on their hair than you do, and who wants to give up that much closet and bathroom space? It seems smart, but don’t bother.
Work- do I even need to say anything here? Best-case scenario, you get married and you lose your job. Worst-case scenario, you break up and lose your job. In between, you break up, and you keep your job and watch him date another co-worker. Does this even sound like fun?
If the men you meet at museums are a little too metrosexual, you’re thinking- fine, I’ll go to a sporting event! I will meet a man who is down-to-earth. He wears a baseball cap. He drinks Budweiser. He is passionate, you can tell by the way the veins in his neck pop out when something happens on the field. I hate to be the one to crush your dreams, but men at sporting events are not there to meet women. You are only going to annoy them by hitting on them. Have you tried to talk to your boyfriend when he is watching a game on TV and he ignores you? How do you think he feels when he’s watching it in real life? The only woman he is interested in at a sporting event is a cheerleader on the big screen.
If you think I’m even going to touch on bars and nightclubs or internet dating, you are thinking far too little of me.
At this point, you are thinking, “for pete’s sake… where DO I meet a decent man?” Re-read the first line. I have no idea. However, I have a suggestion. The only venue I have found no serious problems with is friends’ parties. As long as you get a go-ahead that someone is single, they obviously have some clearance from people you know as to not being crazy. They are not distracted by a live sporting event, and you don’t have to make them dinner. It’s the best I can offer. Then again, I’m single.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
A dreamer deferred
As a girl growing up in Detroit in the early 1980s, my dream job seemed easily attainable. I wanted to be a major league baseball manager. I knew a lot about baseball, I liked bossing people around; it seemed natural.
As I got older, I realized how unrealistic that dream was. I set my sights on a new career. I was going to be a fashion designer. My own outfits had always garnered a lot of attention (not necessarily complimentary attention, but attention all the same). It was time to put my artistic skills to work for the greater good of fashionable society.
The next turning point came when my older sister moved in with us while she finished law school. Something about the way she talked about it made it seem very glamorous (at least to a 12-year-old). And another career path was put into place.
After 10 years of chasing the dream of being an attorney (John Grisham should have to pay for my first three years of college- talk about glamorizing law), I realized something that until then seemed inconsequential. I hated law.
After completing bachelor’s and master’s degrees in communication, I taught for a while. But I’m still at a loss as to what I want to be when I grow up. The thing is, the one thing I have always loved to do is write. However, the going rate for writers is $0.00, or something slightly lower, counting postage.
Now I’m a secretary. It pains me a little to type that- to see the words come up on the screen and know that it is true. I can always tell myself it is a temporary situation. But I have held meaningless jobs for many years now. For someone with such high hopes as a child, I feel like the real world has come crashing down upon me with medical bills and car payments and student loans. All the practicalities of life make it impossible to quit the job where my most noteworthy praise is my ability to decipher dictation.
I am left with just a glimmer of hope that around the bend is the career I didn’t know I wanted.
The dreamer is deferred, but not destroyed.
As I got older, I realized how unrealistic that dream was. I set my sights on a new career. I was going to be a fashion designer. My own outfits had always garnered a lot of attention (not necessarily complimentary attention, but attention all the same). It was time to put my artistic skills to work for the greater good of fashionable society.
The next turning point came when my older sister moved in with us while she finished law school. Something about the way she talked about it made it seem very glamorous (at least to a 12-year-old). And another career path was put into place.
After 10 years of chasing the dream of being an attorney (John Grisham should have to pay for my first three years of college- talk about glamorizing law), I realized something that until then seemed inconsequential. I hated law.
After completing bachelor’s and master’s degrees in communication, I taught for a while. But I’m still at a loss as to what I want to be when I grow up. The thing is, the one thing I have always loved to do is write. However, the going rate for writers is $0.00, or something slightly lower, counting postage.
Now I’m a secretary. It pains me a little to type that- to see the words come up on the screen and know that it is true. I can always tell myself it is a temporary situation. But I have held meaningless jobs for many years now. For someone with such high hopes as a child, I feel like the real world has come crashing down upon me with medical bills and car payments and student loans. All the practicalities of life make it impossible to quit the job where my most noteworthy praise is my ability to decipher dictation.
I am left with just a glimmer of hope that around the bend is the career I didn’t know I wanted.
The dreamer is deferred, but not destroyed.
An old blog from myspace
Random observations (as inspired by Mitch)
Everything, with the exception of ice cream, tastes better with ranch dressing.
Being poor is okay. Being cheap is not.
I will never be satisfied with any of my profile pictures.
I buy CDs because I always like the B-side songs better.
It's perfectly fine to fake like you know shit.
I like to dance, even if there is no one else dancing. And no dance floor. And no music.
Men aren't all dicks. They are just different from women. Women aren't all crazy. They are just different from men. As soon as we all grasp this concept, we will be a lot better off.
Adam Dunn didn't just start sucking as a fielder. He just looked better compared to Wily Mo Pena than he does compared to Austin Kearns.
Catcher is the most underrated position in baseball.
If you keep going to the same places, talking to the same people, and doing the same thing, don't bitch that your life sucks.
If your profile name is something other than your name, it better be fucking clever.
There is an inverse proportion between attractiveness and fashion. The uglier you are, the better you have to dress. It's unfair, but so is a lot of stuff.
I have a couple dream jobs. One is baseball manager. The other is guerilla fashion advisor. I'd like to just go grab people and take them shopping. I'm just trying to make the world a better place.
Men call at 2am because they are horny and haven't met anyone at the bar willing to have sex with them. Women call at 2am not because they want to have sex, but because they want men to be thinking about having sex with them. For some reason, women are obsessed with having men be in love with them regardless of whether they like the guy or not. I'm a chick and I don't get it, so don't ask me to explain further.
Nice, shy guys think that they will never find nice women who don't play games. What they don't realize is that women play games with them because nice, shy guys scare easier than a chipmunks.
The rain will always blow in the direction of coming in my window.
There is an inverse proportion to the importance of your blog to the number of people who will respond to it- in other words, the more mundane, the more people respond.
Why can't we all just cuss and people get over it?
Pretty people have it easier. Bummer.
You know what would improve golf? Brawls.
If I was a basketball player, I would foul out of every game. And if I was a baseball player, I'd cleat every guy I ran into.
That's enough for now.
Everything, with the exception of ice cream, tastes better with ranch dressing.
Being poor is okay. Being cheap is not.
I will never be satisfied with any of my profile pictures.
I buy CDs because I always like the B-side songs better.
It's perfectly fine to fake like you know shit.
I like to dance, even if there is no one else dancing. And no dance floor. And no music.
Men aren't all dicks. They are just different from women. Women aren't all crazy. They are just different from men. As soon as we all grasp this concept, we will be a lot better off.
Adam Dunn didn't just start sucking as a fielder. He just looked better compared to Wily Mo Pena than he does compared to Austin Kearns.
Catcher is the most underrated position in baseball.
If you keep going to the same places, talking to the same people, and doing the same thing, don't bitch that your life sucks.
If your profile name is something other than your name, it better be fucking clever.
There is an inverse proportion between attractiveness and fashion. The uglier you are, the better you have to dress. It's unfair, but so is a lot of stuff.
I have a couple dream jobs. One is baseball manager. The other is guerilla fashion advisor. I'd like to just go grab people and take them shopping. I'm just trying to make the world a better place.
Men call at 2am because they are horny and haven't met anyone at the bar willing to have sex with them. Women call at 2am not because they want to have sex, but because they want men to be thinking about having sex with them. For some reason, women are obsessed with having men be in love with them regardless of whether they like the guy or not. I'm a chick and I don't get it, so don't ask me to explain further.
Nice, shy guys think that they will never find nice women who don't play games. What they don't realize is that women play games with them because nice, shy guys scare easier than a chipmunks.
The rain will always blow in the direction of coming in my window.
There is an inverse proportion to the importance of your blog to the number of people who will respond to it- in other words, the more mundane, the more people respond.
Why can't we all just cuss and people get over it?
Pretty people have it easier. Bummer.
You know what would improve golf? Brawls.
If I was a basketball player, I would foul out of every game. And if I was a baseball player, I'd cleat every guy I ran into.
That's enough for now.
School daze
May 7... the day of reckoning... so to speak. I'm going back to school.
Not for a PhD... I decided... I don't really want a PhD, because I don't think I really want to teach anymore. I'll never teach the way they want me to. I don't believe in grades... I think they are useless and arbitrary. I just don't think I have the personality to maintain that power distance between me and my students. Because of what I talked about in the last post- the value in each person... They can teach me just like I can teach them. I have a hard time with education in that sense.
So why am I going back? Well, a lot of people do value the degree... especially employers. So, in order to someday get a job I love and feel valued at, I need to go back to school and get a degree in something that will be respected. I still have things to learn, I don't doubt that. I'm getting a second bachelor's... this time in Public Relations... which has a little overlap with Communication, but not much, surprisingly.
My first class will be newswriting... I've always fancied myself a bit of a writer, so it will be interesting to get graded on it for the first time in four years... and non-academic/scholarly writing at that. I'd much rather write for "the masses" than academia... I guess that's why I'm doing this.
Education is a funny thing. In high school, they told us that college would be so hard, and they would talk really fast, and wouldn't stop and answer questions or repeat themselves. And it wasn't true at all. And in college, they told us that they were developing us for a career in the "real world." What a crock that was. If that were the case, my bachelor's and master's would have me doing something a little more pertinent than being a secretary. What really counts, I think, is life experience... what you learn in the classroom has value, I'm sure... it provides a foundation for what you will experience and gives you a basis from which to analyze that information. But to think that college prepares you for work... not true.
So despite all that, I'm going back... mainly to make contacts, get some credibility, and get my foot in the door. I hope it works... otherwise I'm going to be wasting some major cash.
Not for a PhD... I decided... I don't really want a PhD, because I don't think I really want to teach anymore. I'll never teach the way they want me to. I don't believe in grades... I think they are useless and arbitrary. I just don't think I have the personality to maintain that power distance between me and my students. Because of what I talked about in the last post- the value in each person... They can teach me just like I can teach them. I have a hard time with education in that sense.
So why am I going back? Well, a lot of people do value the degree... especially employers. So, in order to someday get a job I love and feel valued at, I need to go back to school and get a degree in something that will be respected. I still have things to learn, I don't doubt that. I'm getting a second bachelor's... this time in Public Relations... which has a little overlap with Communication, but not much, surprisingly.
My first class will be newswriting... I've always fancied myself a bit of a writer, so it will be interesting to get graded on it for the first time in four years... and non-academic/scholarly writing at that. I'd much rather write for "the masses" than academia... I guess that's why I'm doing this.
Education is a funny thing. In high school, they told us that college would be so hard, and they would talk really fast, and wouldn't stop and answer questions or repeat themselves. And it wasn't true at all. And in college, they told us that they were developing us for a career in the "real world." What a crock that was. If that were the case, my bachelor's and master's would have me doing something a little more pertinent than being a secretary. What really counts, I think, is life experience... what you learn in the classroom has value, I'm sure... it provides a foundation for what you will experience and gives you a basis from which to analyze that information. But to think that college prepares you for work... not true.
So despite all that, I'm going back... mainly to make contacts, get some credibility, and get my foot in the door. I hope it works... otherwise I'm going to be wasting some major cash.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Superiority Complex
Last night I was at a meeting for the MidPoint Music Festival... it never ceases to amaze me that there are still so many people who are excited about Cincinnati and making it a destination, a hip place, and regional hot spot. It's heartening that there are some people who care deeply about the city.
However, I notice something about some of these folks (SOME being the operative word, and this is not necessarily about anyone at the meeting last night). Many of these folks have a somewhat "holier-than-thou" attitude... I guess stemming from the idea that they are out there keeping busy, making Cincinnati a better place... at the same time not realizing they are not making society a better place by showing common courtesy, by feeling they are in a place to judge others.
Let me illustrate. There is someone I know through one of my activities. Let's call this person Chris. Chris is highly intelligent and very intuitive. Chris and I have had one fairly deep conversation where we shared a great deal about our respective lives. I thought this would be the beginning of a unique friendship with a dynamic person.
Chris is the sort of person who believes there are rights, and there are wrongs. There are shoulds and should nots. Chris wants people to behave in a way that Chris finds appropriate. When someone breaks that norm, Chris has no problem sharing views on why that behavior is unacceptable, regardless of whether the person, or society, or God, or whomever, thinks it is.
I have a pretty intense personality... It took me a long time to like and value the person I am. I am finding that some of the people who do all these activities and participate in these organizations might value me, but they don't value those who DON'T devote every free moment to volunteer work. And Chris only values the people with whom Chris agrees.
The Dalai Lama has taught the Buddhist principle that all beings are equal and valuable. That you should treat everyone they same- whether you like them, are neutral, or dislike them. I try very hard to realize the value in each person. I think I do a decent job of it. When I see the value in myself, and the value in others, I'm filled with even more respect and concern for myself and others. It gives me a lot of peace of mind, that I am not sure some of these people have.
I will most likely be halting or taking a break from my friendship with Chris. It's become rather destructive to me, and I am not willing to put up with that. It's sad, because I think Chris and I would have had a marvelous friendship.
My Jerry Springer "final thought"- there is value in all things... including yourself. Demand that others respect that value, and make sure you give that value to others.
Namaste.
However, I notice something about some of these folks (SOME being the operative word, and this is not necessarily about anyone at the meeting last night). Many of these folks have a somewhat "holier-than-thou" attitude... I guess stemming from the idea that they are out there keeping busy, making Cincinnati a better place... at the same time not realizing they are not making society a better place by showing common courtesy, by feeling they are in a place to judge others.
Let me illustrate. There is someone I know through one of my activities. Let's call this person Chris. Chris is highly intelligent and very intuitive. Chris and I have had one fairly deep conversation where we shared a great deal about our respective lives. I thought this would be the beginning of a unique friendship with a dynamic person.
Chris is the sort of person who believes there are rights, and there are wrongs. There are shoulds and should nots. Chris wants people to behave in a way that Chris finds appropriate. When someone breaks that norm, Chris has no problem sharing views on why that behavior is unacceptable, regardless of whether the person, or society, or God, or whomever, thinks it is.
I have a pretty intense personality... It took me a long time to like and value the person I am. I am finding that some of the people who do all these activities and participate in these organizations might value me, but they don't value those who DON'T devote every free moment to volunteer work. And Chris only values the people with whom Chris agrees.
The Dalai Lama has taught the Buddhist principle that all beings are equal and valuable. That you should treat everyone they same- whether you like them, are neutral, or dislike them. I try very hard to realize the value in each person. I think I do a decent job of it. When I see the value in myself, and the value in others, I'm filled with even more respect and concern for myself and others. It gives me a lot of peace of mind, that I am not sure some of these people have.
I will most likely be halting or taking a break from my friendship with Chris. It's become rather destructive to me, and I am not willing to put up with that. It's sad, because I think Chris and I would have had a marvelous friendship.
My Jerry Springer "final thought"- there is value in all things... including yourself. Demand that others respect that value, and make sure you give that value to others.
Namaste.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
A new attempt at blogging
I sometimes do a post on myspace... but nothing serious... we're not committed to each other.
I guess I'm doing this so I can write. Someday it would be rad to make money at writing... so I need the practice. I guess I'll get more in when I get back in school... but this will have to do in the meantime.
The thing is, I don't know what to write about. Me? Dear Lord, we have enough me floating around out there. I'm an open book... except for that private MySpace profile...
I could do social commentary... I've done that in the past. But I have become more laissez-faire in my old age, and the fight is not as strong as it once was... the fire in my heart is still smoldering, but it's more of a oxygenated ash then an out-of-control blaze.
Then there are my little observations on life... Maybe that's where I'll go with this... as illustrated through the World of Dale. My friends and I always say "it could only happen to Dale" and sometimes that's true. So maybe a combination of some observations, some stories, and a sprinkling of social commentary just to keep the ashes alive.
I'll end this first, brief post by thanking a good soul who has moved on. Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. has passed away... disheartening. What a brilliant, mad genius. Breakfast of Champions is one of my favorite books... because it is one of the few books that can truly capture the madness of the mind. Whenever I read a book (usually written by the mentally ill) that can really illustrate the unbearable suffering and joy of insanity, I feel a kindred spirit is in my midst. KV was one of those writers... the reason that I keep writing. Sylvia Plath and JD Salinger are another two. They bring the light and the darkness that is madness to the forefront of human consciousness, and whenever people get out of their comfort zones... I feel a little more comfortable.
Namaste.
I guess I'm doing this so I can write. Someday it would be rad to make money at writing... so I need the practice. I guess I'll get more in when I get back in school... but this will have to do in the meantime.
The thing is, I don't know what to write about. Me? Dear Lord, we have enough me floating around out there. I'm an open book... except for that private MySpace profile...
I could do social commentary... I've done that in the past. But I have become more laissez-faire in my old age, and the fight is not as strong as it once was... the fire in my heart is still smoldering, but it's more of a oxygenated ash then an out-of-control blaze.
Then there are my little observations on life... Maybe that's where I'll go with this... as illustrated through the World of Dale. My friends and I always say "it could only happen to Dale" and sometimes that's true. So maybe a combination of some observations, some stories, and a sprinkling of social commentary just to keep the ashes alive.
I'll end this first, brief post by thanking a good soul who has moved on. Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. has passed away... disheartening. What a brilliant, mad genius. Breakfast of Champions is one of my favorite books... because it is one of the few books that can truly capture the madness of the mind. Whenever I read a book (usually written by the mentally ill) that can really illustrate the unbearable suffering and joy of insanity, I feel a kindred spirit is in my midst. KV was one of those writers... the reason that I keep writing. Sylvia Plath and JD Salinger are another two. They bring the light and the darkness that is madness to the forefront of human consciousness, and whenever people get out of their comfort zones... I feel a little more comfortable.
Namaste.
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