Quoting Meredith from Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy. I think the phrase is so cool in that it manages to make 'tormented' sound like a PG-13 Rugrats cartoon.
DancerFriend said something along the lines of how it was funny that I talk about mundane things when we meet, but go all dark and angsty on my blog.
I am not dark and angsty on my blog. It's such a stupidly happy blog, radiating optimism and childish enthusiasm.
Ok maybe just a wee bit dark and angsty.
But still, why the dichotomy? I figured it is a subconscious exercise of social work ethics, (as if I have already identified with the profession). I let people opt into my dark internal life (if it's dark at all). If you don't like what you read, then don't read. But if I'm blabbing my sad sorry life to someone in their face, not many people will actually say "Shut up I don't want to hear about your sad sorry life", even though they might be screaming it in their heads.
Good company is so difficult to define - you tread the thin line between suitable amounts of self disclosure and crappiness/joviality. The socially conscious people would try to determine the point of balance and act accordingly, with their friends around them being positive/negative examples of what makes good company.
Those who engage in incessant and excessive whining/moping/self-disclosure, or those whose talents lie in releasing a stream of incoherent and insignificant verbal diarrhoea are equally, not to mention totally, grating. These people should blog whatever they want to say first, before they meet anyone.
But I was also thinking, maybe these people construct their identity around being a whiner/moper/crapper, so they have to say what they say when they meet people, regardless of whether or not they already blogged about it. On the other hand maybe the friends of these people are drawn to neediness, because they need to feel like a saviour - wanted and needed. (Though Christ didn't really get a lot of that...). Otherwise they are drawn to crappiness and small talk because it makes them feel they have friends, and that they are happy and laughing, even if just for a while. Maybe friends are better than no one at all.
Is being stuck with yourself such a scary prospect?
