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Scarred
Saturday, October 12, 2013 at 1:07 AM
They say that when we meet people, they are like blank canvasses... But to me, that is not true. It's like sketching something on paper, you sketch heavily, and while trying to perfect your illustration, no matter how hard you try to erase the markings, it is already embedded in the paper.
That's what happens to me when I meet people. They don't get completely erased. So new people to me are not blank canvasses, they are new sketches on the same paper. The only silver lining I can come up with regarding this is that I learn, I learn from the pain and lessons that the previous people I've met have taught me. But there are blotches and strokes that I cannot erase anymore. That's a bit insensible, of course, when I don't give the new people I meet a fair chance, because I already expect the worst of them. At some point, at least I am cautious right? I never let my guard down. But sometimes I wish I wasn't such a mess. Sometimes I wish I didn't know this much. |
“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.”
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