Not a single thought that has been thought to her end…must be "one of those” weekends when you get your time portioned in small pieces, scattered randomly around a day – each never long enough for one good thinking pattern…as usual, leaving un-thought thoughts for the possible future work out…ok, this never worked before, I know, I never diligent enough to remember I’ve got ideas being left here…well, I said “possible”, haven’t I? So if I never return to pick them up where I left them, then it will be their sad destiny to be lost in DDDump. Anyway, more of abandoned thoughts…
It is a final two-weeks run for the Christmas. Just one weekend left and then it’ll be over…I’ve noticed how with every year this time looses its magic for me more and more…it might be the absence of little kids, or overwhelming commercial promotion…or age (??!!! Oh no…) there is absolutely nothing naturally Christmassy around here. No crispy air and gentle morning frost, no window scrapping before you drive, not a single snowflake to catch into your palms or on your tongue…and the decorated houses on my street look like being forced to dress up for Christmas despondently flashing their colorful lights in traditional seasonal downpour…so much for the cheer…and we even haven’t put up decorations in our office yet - shame on us! But the mood is not the right one, and since we have had our Christmas BBQ in August already, there is nothing to look forward to improve this situation…
and that was my today’s allowance for pre-christmas grumble…
We never know who the other person are regardless if they tell us a lot or a little about them. Of course, when they tell, they filter raw facts through their perception of the world. And when we listen, we hear that filtered information in translation into our model of the world. So essentially, there is no guarantee that when we talk about ourselves, others see us in the same colors as we think we are wearing…what is the point of telling more about self, if the picture gets lost somewhere in transit…
We do not keep secrets. We just keep to ourselves things we never asked of…Mainly because if we are not asked, we think, nobody’s interested. The best way to keep secret is to never speak.
I wonder which the better order is: to give away information to encourage questions or to ask questions to receive information…
The easiest way to attract attention is to shout “here I am! I exist!”…the difficult part is to find the way to keep this attention after the first five words…
We never really forget those who moved on. We just close the doors behind them to keep good memories with us locked and safe.
It is a final two-weeks run for the Christmas. Just one weekend left and then it’ll be over…I’ve noticed how with every year this time looses its magic for me more and more…it might be the absence of little kids, or overwhelming commercial promotion…or age (??!!! Oh no…) there is absolutely nothing naturally Christmassy around here. No crispy air and gentle morning frost, no window scrapping before you drive, not a single snowflake to catch into your palms or on your tongue…and the decorated houses on my street look like being forced to dress up for Christmas despondently flashing their colorful lights in traditional seasonal downpour…so much for the cheer…and we even haven’t put up decorations in our office yet - shame on us! But the mood is not the right one, and since we have had our Christmas BBQ in August already, there is nothing to look forward to improve this situation…
and that was my today’s allowance for pre-christmas grumble…
We never know who the other person are regardless if they tell us a lot or a little about them. Of course, when they tell, they filter raw facts through their perception of the world. And when we listen, we hear that filtered information in translation into our model of the world. So essentially, there is no guarantee that when we talk about ourselves, others see us in the same colors as we think we are wearing…what is the point of telling more about self, if the picture gets lost somewhere in transit…
We do not keep secrets. We just keep to ourselves things we never asked of…Mainly because if we are not asked, we think, nobody’s interested. The best way to keep secret is to never speak.
I wonder which the better order is: to give away information to encourage questions or to ask questions to receive information…
The easiest way to attract attention is to shout “here I am! I exist!”…the difficult part is to find the way to keep this attention after the first five words…
We never really forget those who moved on. We just close the doors behind them to keep good memories with us locked and safe.