Clearly, you can write. I saw that compliment paid to someone today. It was a comment to a blog entry. I remember it being paid to me once in a business context. Well, you can definitely write. Ironically, I couldn’t, then. I mixed and matched jargon and buzzwords and tied them into sentences, which I then tried to shorten as much as possible.
It’s a weird compliment. It’s got a backhanded edge to it. A note of disbelief. Well, hey, look at that! You can write! A statement of approval by someone who has given him/herself the authority to pontificate on such things. What if I can write but you can’t? How good is your compliment then? In a business context, it can also have a hint of strategy. Ahh, so you can write. Awesome. Now I know where to delegate that stuff that comes to me that I don’t want to do…
Does cynicism give comments more potential facets, or fewer?
When you’re on Percocet, I am told the effect is not that you stop feeling pain, but that you remain aware of the pain, but you just don’t care. So the effect is essentially the same: pain stops being debilitating. I have a friend who has a broken leg who is on Percocet now, and that’s what she says. I am like that right now with hunger. Initially I had that horrible feeling in my gut all the time. It wasn’t hunger, it was the abdominal manifestation of broken-heartedness. That has waned, and now I get, at times, what I recognize as hunger. I just don’t care. I’ve been eating a bit, and my ability to swallow various tastes and textures of foods is improving, but I can ignore the hunger (I still can’t eat much) if I don’t feel like acknowledging it. That will change, particularly as I get more energy and want to do physical things, like mountain bike or go to the gym. I need fuel for those things. However, mentally, control over food and hunger is good. It is, however, tricky. It can help you build better eating habits. It can send you down the slippery slope of an eating disorder. I went that way once, fortunately, not to any degree as serious as friends who’ve had what I consider “real” eating disorders. Cognizance assists vigilance. My, doesn’t that sound pretentious.