tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post5904619465578955757..comments2024-03-18T03:40:39.185-04:00Comments on The Curious Jew: Through the WindowChanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-50074871614671961562007-05-22T16:41:00.000-04:002007-05-22T16:41:00.000-04:00Scraps--I was just saying that in a way I wish tha...Scraps--<BR/><I>I was just saying that in a way I wish that such similarities didn't exist</I><BR/>(yay! thanks for teaching me how to do that!)<BR/><BR/>I've learned the hard way that wishing never gets you anywhere...I still wish for things very often, but i've learned that it's better to find something to do about the sitch rather than wish it were different. About this particular situation, hard to say what we could do to help...maybe just be there for eachother in our similar issues...?<BR/>I just don't know. I don't know a lot at all about anything. I wish i did, though... :-DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-32293096593096524232007-05-21T17:32:00.000-04:002007-05-21T17:32:00.000-04:00Anonymous--I have a tendency to wear my emotions o...Anonymous--I have a tendency to wear my emotions on my sleeve, so I have to be a very good actress to pull off "happy" when I'm really not.<BR/><BR/>Italics are made by using the middle option (the I in <>) above, and /i (also in <>) to end it.<BR/><BR/>I know that I'm not changing anything by seeing the similarities between my thinking and others', I was just saying that in a way I wish that such similarities didn't exist. Am I making any sense?<BR/><BR/>We really should start a club... :-PScrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15911315552965685448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-25015436338236863832007-05-21T16:58:00.000-04:002007-05-21T16:58:00.000-04:00Scraps--I know what you mean about becoming a bett...Scraps--<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean about becoming a better actress, except for me it goes the other way. When i was picked to be the lead role in my seventh grade play after never having acted before, i was in heaven. Acting is such an escape...and it comes in handy every single day of my life. <BR/><BR/>"but on the other hand, I'd never wish my way of thinking on anyone!"<BR/>(how do you italicize that, by the way?)<BR/><BR/> It's not as if you were changing anything about them for the worse by seeing a similarity between them and yourself...Whatever is, is, and from it we have the opportunity to glean what we can to help ourselves and others cope with whatever we are dealing with.<BR/><BR/>And yes, isn't it surprising to meet other actresses after never having suspected them of being such? We should form a club or something :-DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-26047203657820494692007-05-21T14:43:00.000-04:002007-05-21T14:43:00.000-04:00I'm always conflicted when I learn that someone el...I'm always conflicted when I learn that someone else thinks the same way I do--on the one hand, it's a good feeling to know that someone understands because they think the same way I do, but on the other hand, I'd never wish my way of thinking on anyone! And often I'm surprised to learn that someone thinks that way, because they are so good at creating a wholly different image for themselves that their insecurity, so similar to mine, takes me by surprise. Although, truth be told, I've sometimes had the same reaction upon revealing my own inner demons. I guess I've become a better actress over the years.Scrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15911315552965685448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-83602426654862427462007-05-21T01:58:00.000-04:002007-05-21T01:58:00.000-04:00Chana,I just want to say that i think you are a wo...Chana,<BR/><BR/>I just want to say that i think you are a wonderful writer...not that you need to hear that from some faceless blogger. <BR/>In a way, though, it's nice to hear these kinds of things from peoole you'll never meet cuz then you know it's not for any other ulterior motives...<BR/>So here it is: Chana, you make me think, you make me smile, and you make me feel like i'm not alone.<BR/>ThanksYoninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01451083490442490609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-47034990150312852802007-05-21T01:42:00.000-04:002007-05-21T01:42:00.000-04:00Chana--i still respect you--firstly for your "self...Chana--<BR/>i still respect you--firstly for your "self-honesty" (which i realize now i may have made up!) and for all the other things you say about yourself and about life in your wonderful blog. I'm new here and i'm enjoying this very much<BR/>kol hakavod lach!Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12849365802916393328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-86483004845124602032007-05-20T02:30:00.000-04:002007-05-20T02:30:00.000-04:00Mouse,I'm glad that I have helped a little.I don't...Mouse,<BR/><BR/>I'm glad that I have helped a little.<BR/><BR/>I don't think that I feel better because I know that there are others who feel similarly; it is an interesting realization, however, to know that we are all the same behind our dark little rooms. How do I feel, then? I don't know...perhaps I understand a little more, which is a good thing.<BR/><BR/>My self-honesty, if it can be called that, does not come from any form of bravery or courage but only from need, so there's no need to respect me.Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-28428937324737275842007-05-17T21:51:00.000-04:002007-05-17T21:51:00.000-04:00Chana-I feel as if it's you who knows me...all of ...Chana-<BR/><BR/>I feel as if it's you who knows me...all of us...irina, scraps, many more i'm sure who haven't commented...i read your work and i had trouble breathing because my heart was beating so fast. It was like finding a piece of yourself that you had been searching for forever.<BR/>I'm speechless, as much from your stunning writing style as from the fact that there's another person in this world who...understands...and can vocalize the pain i've carried for the past many years.<BR/><BR/>Oh, how i wish you had written this 3, 4, 5, 7 years ago...<BR/><BR/>It's so hard for me to comprehend the fact that so many of us are so supremely similar inside and yet we'll never know it because we are scared to share our deepest and darkest with anyone. You have my deepest respect for your self-honesty and your courage to tell us who you are.<BR/><BR/>Do you feel a bit better now that you know you're not alone?Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12849365802916393328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-12214795532214052822007-05-17T18:49:00.000-04:002007-05-17T18:49:00.000-04:00"those who matter don't care and those who care do...<I>"those who matter don't care and those who care don't matter"</I><BR/><BR/>COUGHCOUGH :)Ezziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12494592434522239195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-42202071728202110892007-05-17T13:58:00.000-04:002007-05-17T13:58:00.000-04:00Wanting people to like you is an innate human desi...Wanting people to like you is an innate human desire. There's nothing wrong with having innate human desires. We all show masks to the world, but as we grow into ourselves, many of us can reveal more and more of our true selves and see that the statement "those who matter don't care and those who care don't matter" is true.<BR/><BR/>(...said the guy with the pseudononymous blog.)Jewish Atheisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04616617537150446818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-49186918732833507932007-05-17T12:32:00.000-04:002007-05-17T12:32:00.000-04:00"Maybe we're all the same and just disguised diffe..."Maybe we're all the same and just disguised differently?"<BR/><BR/>That sounds almost Jungian. You know, that there's a human unconscious that everyone shares. But then again, some of that just might be true, if you think about it. Most people really do need the same things, even if they say they don't. They may need them in different ways, but they still need them. <BR/><BR/>I think most people are insecure, especially the ones who act like they aren't.Erachethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-21667226047416009512007-05-17T11:49:00.000-04:002007-05-17T11:49:00.000-04:00When I'm thinking clearly and rationally, I know t...When I'm thinking clearly and rationally, I know that, even if I'm not an extraordinarily good person, I'm certainly not the worst person to walk the earth. But those nights (or sometimes days), when my mind runs away with itself and the self-criticism runs rampant, I lose sight of what's rational. And then it is very hard to love myself, when I'm convinced that I'm a horrible selfish person that doesn't deserve a bit of good in her life, and that it's right that I suffer because I'm only getting what's coming to me. It's not rational at all, and yet it is these thoughts that choke me and drag me down. My own inner tormentors are far more skilled at torture than I am at defending myself.Scrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15911315552965685448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-43487253775547411982007-05-17T10:33:00.000-04:002007-05-17T10:33:00.000-04:00Anonymous before scraps,I am going to sound like a...Anonymous before scraps,<BR/><BR/>I am going to sound like a broken record, but do I know you? <BR/><BR/>As for being aware- this is at once a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I envy people who just don't have to think. Not often. But sometimes.<BR/><BR/>Scraps,<BR/><BR/>Strange that both you and Irina believe that I've described some of who you are. Intriguing. Maybe we're all the same and just disguised differently? My joyful masquerade, incidentally, is not always a masquerade. Sometimes I really mean it and those are my best moments, when I'm just <I>me</I>. I'm me when I'm dancing in the rain, for instance. Or when I'm with my cousins or with little children. <BR/><BR/>I hope that you are able to love and take yourself as you are, because I am sure that the faults you see are not the ones that others see. You are most probably a good person, Scraps. ;) Most of us are.Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-50330592419891824232007-05-17T10:27:00.000-04:002007-05-17T10:27:00.000-04:00I will echo Irina's comment--so much of what you w...I will echo Irina's comment--so much of what you write sounds so much like me that it's uncanny, except that I never led the joyful masquerade during the day as you write about. I know very well the type of mental self-torture that can be inflicted, and how it's sometimes deliberate, a punishment for whatever faults the night tends to magnify. I know, too, the fervent wish that someone would just understand, and not judge me, but take me as I am. Not only that, but I wish that <I>I</I> could not judge and take me as I am...Scrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15911315552965685448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-88862025639355004532007-05-17T10:22:00.000-04:002007-05-17T10:22:00.000-04:00Chana,I find your self-reflection rather healthy. ...Chana,<BR/>I find your self-reflection rather healthy. We all need some quiet time to see where we are going. It takes courage to admit to one's shortcomings and deal with them in a productive way.<BR/>As for neediness....I personally haven't met a soul who isn't needy at one time or another. We humans need our basic needs for love and security met in order to survive .<BR/>I say you are doing swell simply because you are AWARE of your inner world. Consider that a blessing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-85916290337712553062007-05-17T05:13:00.000-04:002007-05-17T05:13:00.000-04:00this subject is close to my heart. I'd like to wri...this subject is close to my heart. I'd like to write more about my feelings towards it.. when i've got a bit more time.<BR/>Til then.. I'll just say - 'beautifully, poignantly written'the only way i knowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15527442357164907984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-77689378481067652262007-05-17T03:01:00.000-04:002007-05-17T03:01:00.000-04:00"It's because in the nights I can't pretend."To so..."It's because in the nights I can't pretend."<BR/><BR/>To some extent, I feel completely the opposite. During the day, it's light out, there are people, there are things going on, I am grounded in the world, to some extent. But when night comes alone, it's quiet, I'm alone, it's dark - there is so much more room for my mind to wander, for my imagination to conjure up images or emotions that are much more frightening than I see or feel or experience during the day. At night is when I feel most afraid, because there are no boundaries to where my mind travels at night. So it isn't that I can't pretend, it's that I pretend too much, I imagine too much. My imagination runs away with me. During the day, I feel safe. At night I don't.<BR/><BR/>Then again, I also feel what you do, that because boundaries on imagination are dropped at night, so are boundaries I built for myself to protect my own feelings. And so, in a way, I am more truthful with myself at night. <BR/><BR/>I guess it's more that everything becomes more real, not that there is no pretending. Truth becomes more real, but so do lies. So do fears. It's an odd combination.Erachethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-91225289395574675622007-05-17T01:15:00.001-04:002007-05-17T01:15:00.001-04:00Very much so.Very much so.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-71573198793372615672007-05-17T01:15:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:15:00.000-04:00I would think many people do.I would think many people do.Ezziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12494592434522239195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-39767350173021748602007-05-17T01:09:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:09:00.000-04:00If we're friends and you seem to understand what I...If we're friends and you seem to understand what I wrote here, then ought I to ask you how you feel during the nights? Do you relate to this at all?Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-66682516005198962872007-05-17T01:08:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:08:00.000-04:00We are, and we could be.We are, and we could be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-85304214691910713402007-05-17T01:07:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:07:00.000-04:00Are we friends? Or could we be friends?Are we friends? Or could we be friends?Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-27042106779480390152007-05-17T01:05:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:05:00.000-04:00We've met a few times.I care because I care.We've met a few times.<BR/><BR/>I care because I care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-90151701634816089032007-05-17T01:03:00.001-04:002007-05-17T01:03:00.001-04:00How do you know me so well? And why do you care ab...How do you know me so well? <BR/><BR/>And why do you care about what I feel?Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-32690476788651044902007-05-17T01:03:00.000-04:002007-05-17T01:03:00.000-04:00You do. But not as much as I know you.You do. But not as much as I know you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com