Dangerous Compassions


“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value. I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.”
Hey, this quote, the second part–I really like it, and it reminds me of a feeling I’ve had for a long time.  I think movies and tv shows and even books are the dreams of other people.
I find it much easier to write than to read.  That’s because I find it easier to generate my own dreams than to take in the dreams of other people.  They are two different skills.
Other people’s dreams I often have an objection to.  They hurt me, with their worldview, violence, harshness, often misogyny, and other stuff that takes a ton of work for me to face.  Rarely, it can be a good investment, but usually, it’s not worth it.
Or they’re boring.  Maybe I already dreamed that dream, when I was a kid, too many times.  There’s very little in a middle place–interested and helpful to me.  So I avoid movies and tv.
blogging about blogging
I was thinking about blogging yesterday, in the bathroom.  “I get all my good ideas in the bathroom,” I told Ming.  “Well, sometimes in the car.”
A lot of people would rather see a video to learn something.  How to tie a tie–I would still rather read words and see illustrations.
A video is often overwhelming.  The advert at the beginning, some annoying music we don’t need, a gratuitous commentary about sex or gender that somehow hurts.  The actual thing I wanted to learn.  Another advert at the end.  “Subscribe to my channel and join my patreon.  Be sure to click like.”  It’s too much to endure, to get the actual thing I needed.
Most people have a problem of not paying enough attention.  The music is there to be entertaining, and keep the attention of a casual watcher.  But I have the opposite problem, of paying too much attention.  So I can write a treatise afterward about the music that someone else didn’t even notice.  I wish I could turn off the noticing sometimes, or turn off my memory.  They can get me in trouble.
how to think
I was criticized as a kid for daydreaming too much, being too much in my own head, or not doing anything.  “Why are you just sitting there?  Why don’t you do something?”
I was definitely doing something–I was thinking, imagining, remembering, worrying, connecting unlike things, having a conversation in my head.
I like how I think, but other people handed me some crap about it.  We don’t talk a lot, about what goes on in our heads, necessarily.  What thinking is.  Mind management skills.  Well, some people do.
supporter of dreams
Here’s Bun in his pillow form, supporting Ming as he dreams.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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