I'm in a singing group. I mentioned this before, right? So we sang last week--four sets at various classy retirement homes in San Francisco. For the first time in a very, very long time, I felt at ease singing for people. In fact, I really enjoyed it. I've never been able to fully grasp the "singing for others can be a gift to them" concept, but I understood it a little more when I saw the looks on the seniors' faces. To me I've always thought thinking someone else would enjoy the sound I create was the arrogant way to think, but I do get joy out of hearing other people sing, so why not? So I guess I've had a kind of breakthrough. Just wanted to mention it before I forgot.
More stories of dating disasters to come. I've got some doozies.
July 5, 2009
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Of the matter you mention first, I understand it’s one’s poetry that is the classical example of other people suffering for your art – Oscar Wilde, as you might expect, had at least one quotable remark on the subject.
ReplyDeleteOf the second, it’s a sad observation of human nature, but this is the kind of anecdote people love most. Not necessarily dating disasters as such, just schadenfreude generally. It reassures as that we’re not the only ones bad things happen to, and that God is not punishing us alone.
lol I recall in my last journal there were some people who left me snarky comments about how they were suffering from my poetry.
ReplyDeleteI'm completely guilty of being curious about other people's disastrous love life/lives. It does make me feel better to hear others' stories and when I can tell other people my own stories it usually makes me laugh at the situation. It's not the best thing in the world to cope with humor, but it's how I do.