Monday, September 16, 2019

00tim Letterboxd Reviews pt 2

Letterboxd has been a surprising source of delight. The challenge of distilling all my thoughts on any given film has kept my over-analytical brain gleefully occupied. I mean, for a massive introvert, I can be a chatterbox. This writing for fun business is wonderful.  

One of my least favorite qualities, though, about being a massive introvert (or Timtrovert™) is that quality of being easily and frequently...


...misunderstood.


I love people. I’m not shy at all. I have lots & lots of opinions and I actually can be fun. I just have no need whatsoever of being in groups or loud places to demonstrate it.  

If you give a cactus a cup of water, it’ll drown. Yet society frowns on the cactus for never wanting to go to the beach or the pool or out on the lake – as though the cactus were being unfriendly.  

For the record...

 ...I would never be unfriendly at the beach.


I have no wish to come off unfriendly or drive potential buddies away with my Timtroversion™. However, if I kept asking someone to hang out & they kept declining I too would eventually assume...

...they didn’t like me and probably go away.  

What was I to do with this dilemma? What indeed?

Meditation is a practice of quieting down while being alone. I’ve only ever heard the more extroverted complaining about what an effort such disciplines are – as though being quiet and solitary were not a joyous welcome relief.  

And then it hit me: What if traditional meditation... 

...had the extroverted in mind to begin with


Perhaps meditation-for-the-massively-introverted (or Timtroverted™) might actually involve things like crowds and noise and sunshine?

Well, I ain't starting here! 

For now: writing here on Blogger, making occasional comments on Letterboxd, basically posting things online where anyone can read, risking people’s involvement in my efforts and trying out new kinds of exposure will be my start.  

There’s a lot of cool people out there. Their encouraging comments, emails and even Voxer messages have rekindled how fond I am of how weird I am (not drinking-soup-out-of-cat-skulls weird – just oddly unique).

…?!?…   


Anyway, 00tim may experience slight ‘weird’ elevations until I find my special level of happy weirdness.   


I just thought you should know… and that some of you should feel partly to blame.  😄


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