I contine to read this book, forcing myself to slow down, trying not to speed read, as I normally do. I am finding some of the old feelings as I read and some new ones, perhaps I have changed, evolved. I hope so. Here is a paragraph that I highlighted:
"I only tell my mother what she wants to hear. The inference is that the lie is an outgrowth of love. I am merely translating into action my desire to protect my mother. The fact is I become my mother's protector not because I am such a good daughter but to protect myself. In some part of my psyce I am still a child who is afraid of losing my mother's love even for the short space of an argument. Telling the truth is a test; it lays bare what in fact goes on between two people."
I changed only the personal pronouns in this paragraph from we to me. It just felt better to me, more honest. The last sentence "Telling the truth is a test; it lays bare what in fact goes on between two people", really hit a nerve in me. I realize that rather than risking losing someone I will quite often say what I think they want to hear. This can be risky, even dangerous, as my power as a mind reader isn't always 100%. Yet I lack courage to always be honest about my feeling, I think most of us do that, and for the few who don't I really envy you.
Afternoon Thoughts
Sunday, August 21st, 2011............ 2:01 p.m.
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