16 April 2005

Practicing My Descriptive Writing Technique

His name is David. Wearing a baseball cap backwards with his portable CD headphones over it. Unable to see the color of his eyes behind his sunglasses, knowing they had to be brown. His olive skin that wasn't beneath his baggy t-shirt gave the sense that they were brown. By looking at him, his national origin was Latino but it was hard to distinguish offhand that he was from a Mexican descent without him divulging that tidbit of information.



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To anyone reading this, I have a few questions:

  1. How did I do on my description of David?


  2. Was it good/bad or just okay?


  3. Did you get a picture of how David might look in your head?


  4. Do you think I need to work harder on my descriptive writing?

Please if you have an opinion let me hear it. I need creative criticism it will help me a great deal. Leaving me your comments is very much appreciated and I thank you.





02 April 2005

Are you Listening?









Best friends are supposed to be forever.
A best friend is supposed to understand when not everyone else does.

Love from a best friend is unconditional and unbreakable.
~MJD
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Could You Just Listen





When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I’ve asked.



When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.





When I ask you to listen to me and you have to do something to solve my problems, you have ailed me, strange as that might seem.





Listen--all I asked was that you listen, not talk or do-- just hear me.


Advice is cheep; twenty cents will get you both Dear Abby and Bill Graham in the same paper.




I can do for myself, I’m not helpless--maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.


When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.


But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you and get about this business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.





When that’s clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice.


Irrational feelings construct more sense when we understand what’s behind them.


Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes, for some people--because God is mute, and he/she doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.






“They” just listen and let you work it out for yourself.


And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn--and I’ll listen to you.






—Anonymous —