I was reading in the newpaper this weekend about blogs and the fact that George Clooney may have a secret online diary. Or perhaps it is Owen Wilson. They aren't really sure. It appears that there are people, either famous or not, creating blogs that say that they are someone that they are not. Either they are famous and are pretending not to be or they are definitely your average person trying to have their fifteen minutes of fame.
With that in mind, I wish to tell you all that I am neither George Clooney or Owen Wilson. And I am not really that famous except with a whole lot of people on a local level. Oh, and with my faithful readers...
People's perceptions about honesty really perplex me. I find it difficult to understand why people tell untruths. I prefer and must say that I insist on honesty with those I surround myself with. I have zero tolerance for lying and when I am lied to I detach myself from those people.
Sure, sometimes we omit things that we are really thinking because they are hurtful or because our individual perceptions could be incorrect and we want to give ourselves time to "cool down" before we bring the situation to light. It could also be an attempt to keep a part of yourself to yourself.
I make every attempt to be honest with people. Everything I write here is me with the exception of my name (which is written how it is pronounced in some countries). My biggest problem sometimes is being honest with myself but that hurts no one except me.
I ask the same from those around me. If they cannot be honest and their preference is to create a whole lot of untruths, I have no time for them. There is far too much lying in the world. I do not want it to permeate into my everyday life.
I went to see some movies this weekend. A while back, my friend gave me a whole lot of gift certificates to this little theatre near my house. So, I went to a couple at the cinema and then I rented one at the video store.
The first was Mean Girls. I have to start by saying I just love Tina Fey, who wrote it. She managed to catch the "catty" side of women and had some really good social commentary on this issue. She is brilliant.
As well, I saw Van Helsing. This could have been a really great movie. There was just too much going on and the character development could have been more indepth. The effects were cool, especially the brides of Dracula but it was just mildly entertaining. The concept was there and the story could have been brilliant if developed more. So, if you want to see it, don't expect too much.
Finally, I rented Party Monster based on the real life story of one particular New York Club Kid who murdered a drug dealer. I remember following the story here even before the killing had taken place. At that time, we were far more concerned with what was happening in London, however, we were able to read about Michael Alig in his infamy in magazines like Details.
The film reminded me of the fun of the eighties. While this town didn't really have a great club scene (and it hasn't really changed that much) we tried to create something like this. It makes me wonder what happened to that whole carefree (yet superficial) time of dressing and having fun without really thinking of the consequences. Could we go back to a time like that? Could I become that "fabulous"? Are any of you from that time? Did you experience the eighties in a big city? I would love to hear about it from you! (And don't forget... you MUST be honest!)
I suppose that we all just grew up. We have become something we never had imagined...
Well, that's about all from me. Take care!
With that in mind, I wish to tell you all that I am neither George Clooney or Owen Wilson. And I am not really that famous except with a whole lot of people on a local level. Oh, and with my faithful readers...
People's perceptions about honesty really perplex me. I find it difficult to understand why people tell untruths. I prefer and must say that I insist on honesty with those I surround myself with. I have zero tolerance for lying and when I am lied to I detach myself from those people.
Sure, sometimes we omit things that we are really thinking because they are hurtful or because our individual perceptions could be incorrect and we want to give ourselves time to "cool down" before we bring the situation to light. It could also be an attempt to keep a part of yourself to yourself.
I make every attempt to be honest with people. Everything I write here is me with the exception of my name (which is written how it is pronounced in some countries). My biggest problem sometimes is being honest with myself but that hurts no one except me.
I ask the same from those around me. If they cannot be honest and their preference is to create a whole lot of untruths, I have no time for them. There is far too much lying in the world. I do not want it to permeate into my everyday life.
I went to see some movies this weekend. A while back, my friend gave me a whole lot of gift certificates to this little theatre near my house. So, I went to a couple at the cinema and then I rented one at the video store.
The first was Mean Girls. I have to start by saying I just love Tina Fey, who wrote it. She managed to catch the "catty" side of women and had some really good social commentary on this issue. She is brilliant.
As well, I saw Van Helsing. This could have been a really great movie. There was just too much going on and the character development could have been more indepth. The effects were cool, especially the brides of Dracula but it was just mildly entertaining. The concept was there and the story could have been brilliant if developed more. So, if you want to see it, don't expect too much.
Finally, I rented Party Monster based on the real life story of one particular New York Club Kid who murdered a drug dealer. I remember following the story here even before the killing had taken place. At that time, we were far more concerned with what was happening in London, however, we were able to read about Michael Alig in his infamy in magazines like Details.
The film reminded me of the fun of the eighties. While this town didn't really have a great club scene (and it hasn't really changed that much) we tried to create something like this. It makes me wonder what happened to that whole carefree (yet superficial) time of dressing and having fun without really thinking of the consequences. Could we go back to a time like that? Could I become that "fabulous"? Are any of you from that time? Did you experience the eighties in a big city? I would love to hear about it from you! (And don't forget... you MUST be honest!)
I suppose that we all just grew up. We have become something we never had imagined...
Well, that's about all from me. Take care!
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