Do or Do Not…There Is No Try
Posted by Moose on September 18th, 2008. Filed under: Uncategorized.I’m quite fond of my walls. (Um, my emotional walls. Not the actual walls of my apartment. Though I’m quite fond of those too.) They’re like the hard chocolate shell around the creme filling of a Cadbury egg. If Cadbury eggs were covered in jokes instead of chocolate. (Don’t you love it when you attempt a simile only to have it crumple pitifully at your feet, begging you to stop with the metaphors and the parables and other annoying English major constructs and just SAY SOMETHING ALREADY, but you’re too lazy to rewrite? ME TOO.) My walls keep me relatively safe and content, but they also do an adequate job of keeping out some of the truly worthwhile parts of life. Like other people.
Phase one of Project: Open Up involves writing for a new web site. Wherein I try to avoid extraneous jokes and tell the unvarnished truth. Needless to say, typing the first post felt like clawing out my small intestine with a garden trowel. It was exhausting. I may not do it again. MY COMFORT IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT THAN GROWTH.
If you want to read my pained attempts to whack the business end of a pickaxe into my carefully constructed barriers, go take a look. I’ll be posting there every other Thursday, and will try (shut it, Yoda) to avoid all similes, metaphors, and walls.
Phase two of Project: Open Up might include telling people I love them. Does it count if I do it via anonymous email?
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September 18th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
yes – sending anonymous I love you emails is much better than leaving anonymous I HATE YOU comments. not that I know from experience or anything.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
Congrats on the writing gig. I love that website, and loved your first piece! As someone who writes those insanely personal creme filling posts every couple days, I can vouch for their usefulness. Really, it’s so cathartic.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:55 pm
Guess what, I LOVE YOU! =) Um, that was a pretty bold declaration for the Internet, methinks.
And I adore your new column. Go, you!
September 18th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I loved that post. Can’t wait to read more.
Anonymous love is A-OK! Hm, that doesn’t sound quite right…
September 18th, 2008 at 2:14 pm
Congrats on the article! Good things are sure to come.
September 18th, 2008 at 3:21 pm
You are darling. And, I love you
September 18th, 2008 at 3:22 pm
I am so totally on board with the anonymous love notes. Yes, they completely count.
September 18th, 2008 at 10:12 pm
It TOTALLY counts. Off to read the post…
September 19th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
But, is it okay to include a P.S. at the bottom of the entry?..a P.S. that includes a metaphor??? I mean, you can take the Moose out of the metaphor but you canNOT take the metaphor out of the Moose. NoImsayin?
September 19th, 2008 at 11:36 pm
It counts.
I’m not entirely sure how I got here, but I love your blog and am bookmarking it.
September 20th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Annonymous emails count only if you then move on to bigger things–like non-annoymous, or texts, or phone calls, or in person. But baby steps are perfectly permissible. Good luck!
September 20th, 2008 at 10:09 pm
Oh, Moose. Why do you think I’m so stubborn about staying inside my plastic bubble world?
I have loved the online socializing of facebook, this past year, as well as my daily addiction to your blog and those of others’. But I quickly realized how lazy it is making me about socialzing in real life.
The internet has become too convenient for satisfying my emotional needs. Who knew?
The new column rocks – congrats!
September 25th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
In three paragraphs you just made me realize what I haven’t understood about myself for 31 years. The reason I have a hard time saying “I love you.” My walls. I got that the walls were why I had a hard time the first time in a relationship, but I never understood why I had a hard time saying it to non-romantic people that I do love, like my partner’s mother and 10 yr old sister — its my walls. It always struck me as odd that others could so freely say it and I always felt like I was weird that I couldn’t.
Thank you Dr. Moose — that was the cheapest therapy I have ever had.