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So there has been an awful lot going on in my life lately- unfortunately very little of it is mundane enough to write down on a blog. Those of you who know, know me well. Those who don't- well, you probably never will.
Everyone says share- share your thoughts, your body, your laughter, your emotions, your talents, your frustrations, your fears, your secrets, share everything that makes up what you are. Well, I've never shared well. I won't share my toy, I will give it to you. I don't do vulnerable, and I will not expose myself for the masses to throw stones at. I am so sick of being the eye of a storm of gossip- explain to my why it is that anyone gives a damn who I am dating and why. Why does it offend people that I don't open up- that I will come and go from a major surgery without even mentioning that I had undergone it.
If you share everything that you are, at what point do remain in control of yourself? Don't we all have the right to a little privacy?
To all those who feel the need to discuss others lives in detail all the time, I have but one thing to tell you: I'm so sorry that your lives are so goddamn boring.
Zita
"Glass House"- Ani Difranco
sitting in my glasshouse
while your ghost is sleeping down the hall
watching the little birds fly
kamikaze missions into the walls
think i'm gonna stay in today
sit on my couch and watch them fall
[drums]
life just keeps getting harder
keeps getting harder to hide
darker it is around me
easier it is to see inside
and outside the glass
the whole world is magnified
and its barely an inch
from here to the other side
[chorus]
guess that push has come to this
so i guess this must be shove
but before you throw those stones at me
tell me what's your house made of
and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
you're going to have to get in line
for the purposes of this song
lets just say i'm doing fine
sure, i'm doing fine
trapped in my glasshouse
crowd has been gathering since dawn
make a pot of coffee
while catastrophe awaits me out on the lawn
think i'm going to stay in today
pretend like i don't know what's going on
seems that push has come to this
so i guess this must be shove
but before you throw those stones at me
tell me what's your house made of
and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
you're going to have to get in line
so for the purposes of this song
lets just say i'm doing fine
sure, i'm doing fine
sitting in my glass house
sitting in my glass house
Everyone says share- share your thoughts, your body, your laughter, your emotions, your talents, your frustrations, your fears, your secrets, share everything that makes up what you are. Well, I've never shared well. I won't share my toy, I will give it to you. I don't do vulnerable, and I will not expose myself for the masses to throw stones at. I am so sick of being the eye of a storm of gossip- explain to my why it is that anyone gives a damn who I am dating and why. Why does it offend people that I don't open up- that I will come and go from a major surgery without even mentioning that I had undergone it.
If you share everything that you are, at what point do remain in control of yourself? Don't we all have the right to a little privacy?
To all those who feel the need to discuss others lives in detail all the time, I have but one thing to tell you: I'm so sorry that your lives are so goddamn boring.
Zita
"Glass House"- Ani Difranco
sitting in my glasshouse
while your ghost is sleeping down the hall
watching the little birds fly
kamikaze missions into the walls
think i'm gonna stay in today
sit on my couch and watch them fall
[drums]
life just keeps getting harder
keeps getting harder to hide
darker it is around me
easier it is to see inside
and outside the glass
the whole world is magnified
and its barely an inch
from here to the other side
[chorus]
guess that push has come to this
so i guess this must be shove
but before you throw those stones at me
tell me what's your house made of
and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
you're going to have to get in line
for the purposes of this song
lets just say i'm doing fine
sure, i'm doing fine
trapped in my glasshouse
crowd has been gathering since dawn
make a pot of coffee
while catastrophe awaits me out on the lawn
think i'm going to stay in today
pretend like i don't know what's going on
seems that push has come to this
so i guess this must be shove
but before you throw those stones at me
tell me what's your house made of
and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
you're going to have to get in line
so for the purposes of this song
lets just say i'm doing fine
sure, i'm doing fine
sitting in my glass house
sitting in my glass house
posted by Zita Dube @ Wednesday, November 16, 2005
2 Comments:
At 11:01 PM, November 16, 2005,
daveberta said…
Do we even work in the same office anymore? It feels like weeks since I've seen you around! :-P
At 1:25 AM, November 23, 2005,
J Rae said…
I have discovered over the years that to share every aspect about yourself to others is not only detrimental for your own wellbeing, but makes you a target for undeserved gossip as well. Everyone needs their own space, no matter how big or small, to keep yourself from becoming some kind of a crazy person. Don`t feel bad or guilty about keeping things to yourself, it`s your life and tell those who but into your life where it is not wanted to `go play hide and go f*ck yourself`! Just try not to make yourself an island in the process. A good friend always knows when to give some space, and when to sit back and listen when needed.
P.S. Beer also helps in almost any stressful situation :-)
Jackie
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