{ Red to Black }
Red to Black.
We all have coping mechanisms for our own difficulties. Mine is watching re-runs of Desperate Housewives and listening to Linkin Park. However, I found out that talking things out may just be the next best thing (writing blogs help too ;) ). Now I know that for some of you, this may seem the most obvious of all but for me it is brand new. When it comes to dealing with my troubles I have always always kept it to myself. I mean, it is easier to run then to face things head on is it not? (one habit I have chosen to abandon).
Plus, I think some things are meant to be kept private. You see, coming from an all-girls school background, [Amanians; holler!] I discovered that being suspicious is a defense weapon all on its own. I figured that I would always run the risk of confiding to a potential blabbermouth, have people judge my opinions harshly and be discriminated because of it. All of which I would much rather live without. I care about what my friends think. I do not care about the thoughts from those who aren't. Moreover, why bother when you can find resolutions for yourself. It is like asking someone else what you think.
Having faith in people is over-rated. I have had my share of discouraging comrades, friends who belittle and encounters with know-it-all wannabes. All of whom contributed to my skepticism and disability to have conviction in anyone new to me. This is my other coping mechanism. Consider it a barrier of entry into my life. Do not be mistaken, I am not quick to form an opinion about anybody. I let time take its course. Oh and I also rather be safe than sorry. *grins.
I learnt today after having a profoundly personal (by my standards anyway) conversation with my friend Ting Hui that sharing has its rewards. This includes acknowledging frustrations and letting them go at the same time. It worked in this instance anyway.
I am hoping though, that by conveying more of my feelings and thoughts that I become more zen.
Watching all the memories fade away from Red to Black.
We all have coping mechanisms for our own difficulties. Mine is watching re-runs of Desperate Housewives and listening to Linkin Park. However, I found out that talking things out may just be the next best thing (writing blogs help too ;) ). Now I know that for some of you, this may seem the most obvious of all but for me it is brand new. When it comes to dealing with my troubles I have always always kept it to myself. I mean, it is easier to run then to face things head on is it not? (one habit I have chosen to abandon).
Plus, I think some things are meant to be kept private. You see, coming from an all-girls school background, [Amanians; holler!] I discovered that being suspicious is a defense weapon all on its own. I figured that I would always run the risk of confiding to a potential blabbermouth, have people judge my opinions harshly and be discriminated because of it. All of which I would much rather live without. I care about what my friends think. I do not care about the thoughts from those who aren't. Moreover, why bother when you can find resolutions for yourself. It is like asking someone else what you think.
Having faith in people is over-rated. I have had my share of discouraging comrades, friends who belittle and encounters with know-it-all wannabes. All of whom contributed to my skepticism and disability to have conviction in anyone new to me. This is my other coping mechanism. Consider it a barrier of entry into my life. Do not be mistaken, I am not quick to form an opinion about anybody. I let time take its course. Oh and I also rather be safe than sorry. *grins.
I learnt today after having a profoundly personal (by my standards anyway) conversation with my friend Ting Hui that sharing has its rewards. This includes acknowledging frustrations and letting them go at the same time. It worked in this instance anyway.
I am hoping though, that by conveying more of my feelings and thoughts that I become more zen.
Watching all the memories fade away from Red to Black.
( a l y a a ) @ Saturday, December 24, 2005 / 1:10 am /
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