…seepage

It’s apparent that some of my previous writings have fallen into the category of satire. I was hoping my topics would be uplifting and be something magnificently beautiful, but it seems that a person’s true personality leaks through the logic banks of the keyboard and somehow seeps and drips onto a person’s finished work.

Journal,
Supervising piano practice is like pulling teeth; listening to each sour note is as jarring as the dental drill aimed with precision at the raw nerve of the patient perched on the stool next to the instrument.
I’m considering nitrous oxide—a spare tank and hose vented into the practice room. The gas would take the edge off… of everything.
Melodious, me

I’m accustomed to seepage, drool, and being damp in many ways, but oozing from my writing? What is even more tragic is that my writing voice is a reflection of how I look at life, and that translates as jaded and suspicious with a sarcastic slant—pathologically egocentric may be the clinical term.

My new goal is that my latest writings will evolve and become less vituperative. Unfortunately, because I write about reality, my plans for greater peace and civility in my writing may require some major changes in my everyday life, which could be a good thing in the long run, as I’ve been warned more than once that I should, “Be careful what you pretend to be or your spouse may figure out that you aren’t pretending.”

In painting the big picture of my quest for greater peace, I’ve sketched out a plan for my fitful bursts of temper. I’m dabbling in increased pondering and meditation, and today’s most promising peace is the website for soup poetry. I’ll see how it goes.

Journal,
I’ve been advised that I should attempt to write with a little less volatility. Just in case my writing is ever used as evidence in any future judicial proceeding, Thanks for the heads up! T.

Yes, a bowl of soup, poetry and quotes have made the most impact on my plans for greater serenity today. I knew it would all come down to a nice hot bowl of something.

Reality Bite: Steaming from without calms the steaming within.