Self-deprecation is worth its weight in smoldering phoenix-ashes and baby unicorn tears.
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Published on June 8, 2007 By SanChonino In Misc
Confuscious (how the hell do you spell that name anyway?) say:

You show your true face to the people who really matter.

Or so my fortune cookie at lunch declared to me.

I began to think to myself, I show my true face to the people who really matter? Who do show my true face to?

No one.

So I guess no one matters.


Pessimistic. Yeah, I know. (Which is a new shade for me. Usually I'm lucky Mr. Optimism, but lately . . . I blame the science. Or the dodecahedron.) But I continued to ponder my current state of affairs, and came to realize - that may sound pessimistic, but it's the bona-fide "one hunnert per cent" truth.

Then I realized - no one shows their true face, when it's all said and done. We all have little things we hide from those around us, regardless of what we may say or think.

No one knows our true face.

Except for God.

Man, I'm pessimistic lately.

Stupid fortune cookie.

Comments
on Jun 08, 2007
It just reminds me of that song by the Blue Man Group. Huh.
on Jun 08, 2007
I liked this, SC. My kinda read...
on Jun 08, 2007
Walnuts look like lumpy little brains taken out of shrunken heads.
on Jun 08, 2007
Didn't anyone ever tell you that your supposed to add the words "in bed" at the end of every fortune. It makes it so much more fun. So what your fortune really said is

You show your true face to the people who really matter in bed.

So now you just have to find the lucky lady - lol - and get married get her in bed and show her your true face. Easy. See optimism. It's a learned trait. I think I will be really, super annoying and add a don't worry, be happy in there. You are so lucky that I don't know how to enbed a song in my comments. But really you should be hearing it in your head now - are you? ~whistling ~ here's a little song I wrote
btw, you should be happy just because you got chinese food. I have been craving it for weeks. We don't have a good Chinese restaurant in my town so I have to go to Fort Worth to eat at my fave place. Some pan fried noodles sounds really yummy right now.
on Jun 08, 2007
Walnuts look like lumpy little brains taken out of shrunken heads.


They totally do. You are cracking me up tonight.
on Jun 08, 2007
We don't have a good Chinese restaurant in my town so I have to go to Fort Worth to eat at my fave place.


Ah, Mandarin Palace, an amazing Chinese restaurant, is just right down the street. I call them up about once every week and a half to get a take-out lunch special. Yum.
on Jun 08, 2007
See optimism. It's a learned trait.


Like I said, usually I'm the epitome of optimism. I blame Neurosis. Or the icosahedron.
on Jun 08, 2007

I blame Neurosis.

Hmmm.  That might be my fault then.  And I haven't been sending you any new uplifting stuff lately.  But then again, the Doom Metal is just so delicious lately. 

Drop me a line, or give me a call, or some such BS.  Have a good one bro.

on Jun 08, 2007
But then again, the Doom Metal is just so delicious lately.


The Doom, Drone, Sludge stuff I've been listening to is simply splendid. Just epic, morose, and melancholic. But it seems to make me want to . . . isolate myself . . . from others.

Have you heard the album by Blood of Time? It's the frontman from Neurosis in a side project. It's quiet, mostly acoustic, but just as chunky and foreboding as Neurosis' best. Splendid stuff.
on Jun 09, 2007
I've always wondered about Fortune Cookies. I think they should be called Misfortune Cookies 'cause it strikes me anyone who takes them seriously is heading for trouble.

As for true faces, well, I agree with you, for the most part. We all hide something of ourselves away because we're egotistical creatures who need to keep secrets because we all believe it gives us some sort of power over others. What power I don't know but there is my two cents worth.

Walnuts DO look like little brains. But they don't taste offal... (Sorry about that )
on Jun 09, 2007
Sorry, I don't necessarily agree that just because we hide somethings away that we are not showing our true faces.

What if our true self is like a skin that is constantly shedding and regenerating itself? Maybe somethings are not so much hidden as shed off?

I don't know how far I can extend that analogy. It would depend on the degree of what one hides. But I think barring major criminal activity or intentional physical injury to another...