Who do you share your secrets with? The family pet? That tree that grows in your backyard? Your barber/hairdresser? Your BFF? The love of your life (or tonight)? The guy/lady who works in the cubical next to you? A Psychic? The voice inside your head? Your favourite bartender at [insert local watering hole]? Is better to talk to a complete stranger than someone you've known for years? Does sorting through your own agenda help you discern what's relevant to tell others? I can't help thinking that it doesn't matter.
At times like these I'm reminded of something I read by Sartre when I was in high school (and maybe again when I was in university). He said that whenever you ask someone for advice you already know roughly what they're going to say, and that you've already made a decision about the course of action you're going to take by simply talking to this particular person (that decision being whether or not to follow their advice). I think I'm missing something for what he was saying but that's what I remember. It's an interesting point to think about.
Anyway, I've got to get back to work. These applications aren't going to write themselves.
The Truth is in the Details
1 comment:
advice never seems to do me much good - ultimately i'm the one who decides what i'm going to do. but i do like talking to people because it makes me feel less alone in my neuroses.
i prefer to just let things get to a point where inaction is no longer possible and then let things work themselves out. but that's just me.
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