Differing Viewpoings

[mlerules]

Viewpoing remains one of my fave typos. Would've been far more amusant if'n I hadn't noticed it on the first page of a paper as I was turning it in. (Hey, still got an A on't; content far surpassed form.) I for one am Very Thankful for word processors and spell-check after having to deal w/typewriters and carbon paper early on in my school career. Shudder & shivers down my spine at the memory. But I digress (and haven't even began my thought yet...sigh...sleepy still). Amongst certain groups of my friends I'm considered the Wilde One. Yet amongst others, I'm one of the most Tame & Mild, most likely to be voted unlikeliest to do something off the charts. Big difference: diff folks use diff charts. Diff groups have diff expectations of "proper" or expected behaviours. Some have a wider range of "okay" expressions of self. Scandalousness can and does vary widely and wildly. Acceptability shifts as you move from group to group. My primary goal is not to hurt anybody, or at least not unnecessarily. Well, maybe after prior discussion and permission granted and a safe word chosen. But I digress, yet again. And shall continue: sometimes you do hurt someone you care about: usually unintentionally. Sometimes decisions must be made which will hurt someone (emotionally probably). At times what's ultimately best for you ain't so hot for t'other person. That's life. It's yucky. It's not fun. But it does happen. No, I'm not being wishy-washy. Am being realistic, thoughtful, ponderous. Hmm. Don't care much for the last one. 'Specially now that I've looked it up in the dictionary to make sure I'm using it correctly! Ack! But along the way I discovered a delightful fact: a Poland China is a large black-and-white pig of a breed developed in North America. (Thx American Heritage Dictionary!) 'Tis one of these words where the definition raises far more qx than it answers. The picture in the dictionary doesn't clarify matters either. ... Takes a deep breath, tries to remember what point I was on the verge of making/trying to make. Hmm, guess I made it. So mebbe I should sign off for now. Still trying to figure out where I belong. Tricky typing as Havana conducts excavations of the desktop in front of the screen. Perhaps there's a mousie down deep? Nah. And yeah, I do realize that quite often when I start heading down paths that run down deep I tend to shift focus to something immediate and safe in my environment/life, like kitty stuff or weather or pretty flowers. Then again, it's what goes on in my mind/life: multi-tasking, stopping to sniff the fleurs, letting my unconsciousness work on matters within as I increase input from the world without. Wait - is whassup at such times really increasing input from without? Seems like it'd make more sense to tune out more incoming stuff to focus on what's already inside...but if'n it's the unconsc that's at work, this ain't necessarily so. Guess I do what works for me: which often seems to be to focus on something simple (or massively complex) and natural: sunset, the feeling of the wind on my skin and through my hair, the fact that the kitty is currently focussed so intently and intensely on chewing a random piece of Kleenex (now removed from her line of sight) then shifting to batting about a crumpled bright green post-it. Or I escape into a book (or 12) or into music. Driving/road trips help(s) me think, work things out, process. As does typing random thoughts as they occur. Hence this post. I've always done this. Usually for mine own porpoises - hey, still is: this is a big part of journaling. Sometimes there'll be a diamond in the rough. Loads o' dross - part/byproduct of the process - but a few nuggets of goodness, too. Fool's gold? Well, hell - if'n it's important for/to me, 'tis goo 'nuff for moi-meme.