One of my hobbies is to pretend I'm humble—it's the best way to be well-liked—and I'm very good at it if I do say so myself. I recently repeated, during a critiquing session, "I have no ego" so many times my critic began to say it of me, and to believe it of me. I could barely choke out the words they were such disinformation. Not that I'm cocky. But then I'm not fun to play board games with, win, lose or draw. So maybe I am cocky.
I'm secretly a big believer in myself, and I feel like more often than not I'm right. I suppose anyone who doesn't subscribe to his or her own opinions at least nine times out of 10 is stupid or lacks self-esteem, but I tend to agree with me wholeheartedly. When I'm wrong, I know it. But I'm too loyal to admit it. I would never do that to me.
As a show of support for my powers of observation, I'm keeping a promise to myself to start this blog.
I'm calling it "New York Eyes."
The "Eyes" is because it will be an observation, my favorite thing to do. I love to be the quiet one checking out what other people are doing and saying, then deducing what they're thinking. I like consuming and computing the difference between when I was told I consumed and what I actually consumed. I'm a pop-culture addict, its biggest proponent and most exasperated critic. I hate people and love trying to figure them out.
The "New York" is because it's where I will be sitting and I believe that context is everything.
And putting them together, I think the cutting, second-guessing nature of the phrase "New York Eyes" is a fair and balanced tip of the hat to "fair and balanced." It's a self-reproach to defuse anyone's reasonable thought that things are not always as they seem from Manhattan. It's my acknowledgment that..."I know, I know."
I hope to post often and passionately, if not always at length. If I don't, tell me off. Enjoy it and tell me if you do. If you hate it, roll your eyes and go away because while constructive criticism is the #1 best way to improve anything, I'm not looking to improve how I see the world.
I'm secretly a big believer in myself, and I feel like more often than not I'm right. I suppose anyone who doesn't subscribe to his or her own opinions at least nine times out of 10 is stupid or lacks self-esteem, but I tend to agree with me wholeheartedly. When I'm wrong, I know it. But I'm too loyal to admit it. I would never do that to me.
As a show of support for my powers of observation, I'm keeping a promise to myself to start this blog.
I'm calling it "New York Eyes."
The "Eyes" is because it will be an observation, my favorite thing to do. I love to be the quiet one checking out what other people are doing and saying, then deducing what they're thinking. I like consuming and computing the difference between when I was told I consumed and what I actually consumed. I'm a pop-culture addict, its biggest proponent and most exasperated critic. I hate people and love trying to figure them out.
The "New York" is because it's where I will be sitting and I believe that context is everything.
And putting them together, I think the cutting, second-guessing nature of the phrase "New York Eyes" is a fair and balanced tip of the hat to "fair and balanced." It's a self-reproach to defuse anyone's reasonable thought that things are not always as they seem from Manhattan. It's my acknowledgment that..."I know, I know."
I hope to post often and passionately, if not always at length. If I don't, tell me off. Enjoy it and tell me if you do. If you hate it, roll your eyes and go away because while constructive criticism is the #1 best way to improve anything, I'm not looking to improve how I see the world.