Words That Change

Diary of an unborn writer #31

In Uncategorized on 29 September, 2009 at 15:37

I feel like I’m stretching wings but finding it difficult to leave the ground. Current social contacts I have with friends and co-workers have evolved in a way that keeps me down and redressing these takes a lot of energy. I don’t feel my voice is equally heard at work and I’m puzzled as to why this is. Part of this is my sensitivity to being challenged. It knocks the confidence and the forum in which this is done makes it difficult to get subtle ideas across, and less space to defend them. Everything is safe, stable and uncreative. Hugely uncreative actually, which gives me little room to fly. I am considered a cage rattler and comments greeted in this way instead of being something that can benefit the group as is intended.

Coupled to this, I have a defense mechanism that kicks in whenever challenged. I jump into retreat rather than defending ideas. I have an innate belief that my point of view is shared and find it difficult to find a way to share ideas without being dogmatic. Confidence seems to be the key. Nevertheless, in this conservative setting, radicalism is not encouraged.

Emotionally the group is also a little low level and working together seems more about protecting each other than moving on the combined interest. There’s not much of a perspective on what indeed is the combined interest – it’s very narrow – and offering ideas perceived to be without its scope – ie broadening the field of view – are often shot down. Again, this has to do with improving my confidence in ideas put across.

I place a lot of importance on my ideas. Why? I think they are very good. I am able to see things that others aren’t but often lack the quickness to describe this scope of detail beofre the point is shot down.

Meetings that are less like bunfights would help.

As would a change of situation. I’m not sure serving the wider corporate interest is my field. Especially on days like today

But your know what – I am damn tired of walking. I feel like I’ve been strugglig for weeks. Things keep happening – positive and negative – that shake me to my bones. I need some stable ground as time after time – I feel like I’m losing the plot.

I feel exceedingly isolated also. My mission is to become a big strong independent man, though at present I feel like an ice house. There is not one person that can relate to the things I experience except my guru – who is often out of reach.

I feel at sea and tumbling out of control often and rather than taking positive steps, I feel inclined to roll in a ball until it all fades away. I have expectation that this is not enough and that life demands my participation, but the burden of this crushes me more.

I feel my spiritual aspirations weigh more heavily than they enlighten. This is not quite true but I certainly apply more pressure to eevry day tasks than is necessary.

I wish I knew that there was some progress on the score of enlightenment. It’s impossible and the psychological disintegration it involves is desired but makes for a wild ride.

I try not to dramatise as I write and intuitively, I know this period of wobble is flaking away uncertainty to stand in something deeper – that is the hateful-to-the-mind reality of absolute uncertainty and it’s this I’m coming to understand. Until I get there though, I would like to record: the aches in my stomach, the whirling in my head and the mistrust of virtually every individual that I know.

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  1. If the timestamp on this posting was 02:42 I'd feel more relaxed about it. But 8:30 in the morning? That's cause for concern.How now?

  2. Rob pet,Little bit of a downer as this was written but genuinely OK now. Think the timestamp must be askwonk as I wrote it at about 5pm – must think I'm in California.Alles gut?

  3. Gently reading this back, it’s a wonderful rendition of what was happening at the time, and feelings that have come back.

    The bleakness, however, could be explained by the fact I’d just been dumped. A wonderful clarity that brings.

    A little pain also.

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