something to be said for the intimacy of the written word.
now it's just you, and me. Nobody else. Someone may be reading
over your shoulder, but it's only you that's really hearing
you're the only person I'm speaking to.
may be voyeurs to our shared experience, but at this moment,
there is just you, the unknown reader, and me.
could be my beau, my boss, my friend, or someone with a long
seething grudge. And though I don't know who you are, here
I am, talking to you all alone. The sound of my words ringing
in your head.
one of the things I like about writing. getting into peoples
brains. In fact you're welcoing me in. Just by continuing
to read, you are providing me with a level of acceptance.
letters, hate mail, and everything in between. Anything I've
written... as soon as it is read by some, it gives me acceptance.
Them may not like what I say, but they have opened their minds
and let me in.
I write for clients, I get inside other people's heads and
convince them to do things. Spend money. Apply for this job.
Believe. I'll pop up in them and whisper little things in
their conscious or subconscious, and then leave them alone.
suggest people try new things. Sure, coffee with fake kahlua
flavouring and mounds of whipped cream... so good it's evil.
tried it myself... but a friend did...apparently I misspelled
writing for World Youth Day, the joke in the office was "A
heathen, an agnostic and a jew got together to make ads for
the Pope." I was the heathen of that unholy trinity.
And hundreds of thousands came.
I write for myself, it gets far more interesting
I'm writing not to please a client. It's to please myself.
Oh yes. that's what I'm doing. I like to think I'm trying
to reach out to others, but really all I'm doing is sitting
back in my comfy computer chair and pleasuring myself through
reason it's online is because I'm a bit of an exhibitionist,
and a bit of a trollop.
yes, there are places where I have written things for others
to read, and you won't even know it's me. The guilty pleasures
of anonymous writing.
the real intimacy comes from laying myself open for you to
see. And then your eyes touch my words.
here now... Inside your brain as you read this. And if my
words can get in here, perhaps they'll find a way to look
around inside your brain, and find a way to retrieve some
of the things within.