I realised something. People come to me, for some reason, and tell me things. I might have not known them for long, but still, they pour our their stories. Why, I do not know. Do I bestow an air of confidence? I've asked, and answers have came back, with 'I don't know' being the most common.
Well, my friends can attest, I know when to keep my mouth shut. They talk to me, and know that I will keep everything to myself. Is it a burden, to hold in so many juicy gossips? Is it a burden, to carry someone's load of problem? Is it a burden, to sit and listen to never ending, pointless conversations?
I am willing to sacrifice time to listen. I don't offer advice, it is not my place to do so. I just be present in mind and body, and listen. Which is what most of them want. Which is what I believe most will want.
Interpersonal Communications. IPC. The elective course I chose this semester. Teaching us how to communicate effectively.
Last Monday, the topic was Self. Hidden self. We were asked to reveal one hidden self, that was otherwise hidden. We were to write anonnymously on a piece of paper and our lecturer would read it out. Everyone was supposed to be supportive of others' hidden self. I'm not going to reveal what I wrote, it was something dark. That's why it's my hidden self.
I liked the activity, but I did not feel comfortable revealing something about myself to everyone, even though names were not mentioned. I like to keep myself, to myself. My friends know what I tell them, nothing more. The good ones will know not to push me. They know I will talk when I do.
Maybe I'm wrong to keep too much to myself. But, I feel, the less I give away, the more I am able to protect myself. My twisted mind. My skewed thinking. Closed up in a shell, how will I get hurt? Nonetheless, I know I'm pushing people away. I am not used to sharing. I am used to taking. People talk, I listen, but I don't talk.
This was one of my IPC class activities. We had to draw one icon, object or something that represents us, personality or character wise.
Well, my friends can attest, I know when to keep my mouth shut. They talk to me, and know that I will keep everything to myself. Is it a burden, to hold in so many juicy gossips? Is it a burden, to carry someone's load of problem? Is it a burden, to sit and listen to never ending, pointless conversations?
I am willing to sacrifice time to listen. I don't offer advice, it is not my place to do so. I just be present in mind and body, and listen. Which is what most of them want. Which is what I believe most will want.
Interpersonal Communications. IPC. The elective course I chose this semester. Teaching us how to communicate effectively.
Last Monday, the topic was Self. Hidden self. We were asked to reveal one hidden self, that was otherwise hidden. We were to write anonnymously on a piece of paper and our lecturer would read it out. Everyone was supposed to be supportive of others' hidden self. I'm not going to reveal what I wrote, it was something dark. That's why it's my hidden self.
I liked the activity, but I did not feel comfortable revealing something about myself to everyone, even though names were not mentioned. I like to keep myself, to myself. My friends know what I tell them, nothing more. The good ones will know not to push me. They know I will talk when I do.
Maybe I'm wrong to keep too much to myself. But, I feel, the less I give away, the more I am able to protect myself. My twisted mind. My skewed thinking. Closed up in a shell, how will I get hurt? Nonetheless, I know I'm pushing people away. I am not used to sharing. I am used to taking. People talk, I listen, but I don't talk.
This was one of my IPC class activities. We had to draw one icon, object or something that represents us, personality or character wise.
Photo courtesy of Chiyar LockI drew the Windows messenger icon. Faceless, emotionless, hiding behind a mask. Is this really who I am?
PS: I got 75 on my virology test. Highest is 82, I think. I'm so happy!
2 comments:
is really funny...
actually not really know what are u talking about...
but i can feel what u are thinking right now...
so ...
gambateh...
we are best friend k........
If I had to choose something that represented me, I would be.... stuck! Depends on my mood.
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