Poi mi chiedono perché sono così diffidente.
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Poi mi chiedono perché sono così diffidente.
это так странно.
я чувствую себя меньше других людей. как по росту, так и психологически.
в детстве я очень стремилась казаться старше, чтобы все воспринимали меня как взрослую, серьезную, самостоятельную. в подростковом возрасте это переросло в дешёвую показуху. сейчас же, когда я могу показать это своими поступками и действительно делаю это, мною иногда овладевает такая тревожность и неуверенность в себе, хотя сейчас и нет поводов для нее. будто окружающие насмехаются надо мной или осуждают. будто считают меня глупой или инфантильной.
это бывает не так часто, но иногда мне кажется, что я буквально меньше других людей. у меня присутствует чувство, что на меня смотрят свысока, будто я снова ростом 140 и мне 12.
я не знаю, откуда идут эти комплексы. хотя даже комплексами это назвать сложно, скорее страхи и неуверенность.
я бы не сказала, что меня слишком волнует мнение окружающих и такие приступы не мешают в целом мне жить нормально и не влияют никак на мои поступки и решения, но мне довольно некомфортно, когда я снова начинаю ощущать это внутреннее давление. мне не нравится чувствовать себя слабой. а именно в такие моменты я наиболее уязвима.
Diffidence
Complacency walks with
norms. How easy it must be
to trudge carelessly, or perhaps unkownigly,
of who you truly are.
Does it ever grind your gears to not hear
the sounds that give you eargasms?
Stuck in beautiful, toe tapping
tunes because of
June July August.
Falling in between lines of homage.
Traditionally we are
supposed to crack the egg first to make
the omelettes. But
what happens if we lay the cheese first? Or
meat and veggies?
Twirling thoughts like spaghetti, I find it
all the more difficult
to be different when
difference has the same letter count as
diffidence. Daring
to ooze with confidence.
(And so does he.)
As though being yourself is the
one and only thing
ricocheting the inner
feeling of true
living. Mirror, mirror
on the wall will we
ever be ourselves when
the heaven's call?
Answer is abnormally harder than what you may act, think, or perceive.
To be or not to be
is the question. Shading greys don't stand out as much as
fading pains.
Painting pain is
Pablo’s
misshapen ways taken in as ugly stains but how I see it me is
taking pain made in factories of unsaid things -- made beautiful.
I feel.
Today is change.
Like springing away from winter
not just for weather's
change. Purposes of speculation that people just as trees must grow,
differently.
Equally to stand
tall with
outstretched limbs.
Grabbing at stars
cause we all are.
Straws not to be shortened, life's suckings,
lo we
are all
important.
This poem was inspired by conversation from @heartofmuse. It is so easy to fall into norms. Merge into what everyone else is doing but it is more self exhilarating when you can be yourself. There are billions of people. It is important to be you not one of the billion instead one in a billion. It is a fight to do so though the fight is worth it.
Angus always feels a little flat in the Fall.
Bold is thoroughly sincere in his patriotic endeavours to mend mankind, and there is something to be admired in the energy with which he devotes himself to remedying evil and stopping injustice; but I fear that he is too much imbued with the idea that he has a special mission for reforming. It would be well if one so young had a little more diffidence himself, and more trust in the honest purposes of others,—if he could be brought to believe that old customs need not necessarily be evil, and that changes may possibly be dangerous; but no, Bold has all the ardour and all the self-assurance of a Danton, and hurls his anathemas against time-honoured practices with the violence of a French Jacobin.
Anthony Trollope, The Warden
Diffidence – meaning, usage, quotes, and social examples
Diffidence – meaning, usage, quotes, and social examples
[responsivevoice]diffidence[responsivevoice] [ dif-i-duh ns ]
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She Was a Language
Rizwan Akhtar
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world”
Ludwig Wittgenstein.
In the sobering glare of afternoon
her skin glows, eyes stay behind
steamy spectacles, I clean them slowly
winter leaves a hazy legacy on eyelashes
loading analogies, when she inhibits a smile
I introduce words, my intentions
are paraphrased like a tradition
timing her tongue to silence
using lengthy phrases, too soon
I run out of pages and scamper for elbows
her braid sways like a sentence
whirling me on a mystic path
unaware of end
space shudders to perfection
there is need to conclude her
in a manuscript.
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