Our storys.
The eyes are the windows to the soul. Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. When a woman is talking, listen to what she says with her eyes. Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.. I could go on with the cliche bullshit we see on insta daily, but for a while now I've been privy to a secret, the eyes portray nothing more than we choose give away.
People say that the eyes hold the tale, the soul, everything we are. This is bollocks, they are equally as deceiving as the smile upon the face. I've always loved my eyes personally, it is possibly the only part of me I am actually okay with (despite one young man informing me in school that they were 'buggy and freaked him out' cheers mo!), and for years I've said my eyes give me away - in some aspects they do. When I've had a bit of a meltdown at work its near on impossible to not spot the redness. However, they do not, in any way begin to portray a spec of my timeline. Not a morsel of the anguish, or the joy they have seen.
I often wonder as I wait for the bus home after a long shift, if people can detect the emotion burning behind them. If I've had a particularly trying day, if they can sense the exhaustion that lay within. I admit, I check my reflection and more often than not, all I can see is a stony faced, average twenty something waiting impatiently for their return to home. This left me to ponder, how do we ever know the full story?
Truth is, people will only allow you to see a percentage of all they are. Even as I write, and try my damnest, I guess I'll never be able to express my entire being because, I guess that's just not human nature. Much as the people most nearest and dearest, will never entirely bare themselves to you, you will never bare all to them. We are a species that doesn't deal awfully well with the concept of the naked truth. I believe (please don't quote me on any of this - it's purely speculation) that it's due to our shame and perpetual feeling of not being enough. It's an awful shame, yet one that I doubt we will ever see the extinction of, in our lives or in those that follow. The world is changing rapidly, people are becoming more tolerant, more open, yet we still are unsure of everything.
Please don't get me wrong - writing this makes me feel like the biggest hypocrite in the UK (which is a tough position to be in currently) as I doubt I will ever share all of me with anyone, but I really want to see a little more truth. I want to know the stories. I don't want to listen to cliche, wanky quotes about parts of the anatomy having a superior power. For fucks sake, I want to hear your story.
People laugh because I always ask someone to introduce themselves with an embarrassing story, contrary to popular belief, it's not a sadistic ask, I find it a great, honest icebreaker. Start with a laugh, and a little spec of honesty, the rest will follow (mostly) - I always return with a ridiculous story, usually the one about me roughing it with friends and pissing myself. My sense of shame is possible set a little below the average, but the beauty of sharing that one moment, can unlock the door to sharing more of you. To getting a little closer to a sense of self acceptance. Again, let me reiterate, I'm not psychologist - shit I can't even spell it without the laptops help! These are all just little observations of a lil soph, trying to reach out and draw in those around me.
As per, I'm not sure where this is leading, it's just a little moment of a thought that appeared whilst on the bus this evening. It's not much more than a ramble and an ask for you to tell me a great story. I promised when I started this blog, that I'd be as honest as possible, and perhaps, reassure others that near enough, all of our thoughts are probably, perfectly normal. I hope that throughout my little scribblings, I have stayed true to this.
For the first time in a long time, I'm going to share this on my Facebook, opening myself to a lot of scrutiny from colleagues, family, friends and those people you cannot ever remember adding but you still kinda stalk. Following the link opens the door to all previous posts, which I'm still somewhat uncomfortable with, but I'm hoping to open up a little window to as much as I can bear, to bare. (Sorry, gotta fit one in there)
Hope I've entertained you all for a little while, and maybe inspired you to find an embarrassing story to open with, again to all who took the time to read - you are incredible and thank you. No artwork, or songs of the moment to share on this occasion, just me imploring you to follow your own ponders.
As always, Soph x
People say that the eyes hold the tale, the soul, everything we are. This is bollocks, they are equally as deceiving as the smile upon the face. I've always loved my eyes personally, it is possibly the only part of me I am actually okay with (despite one young man informing me in school that they were 'buggy and freaked him out' cheers mo!), and for years I've said my eyes give me away - in some aspects they do. When I've had a bit of a meltdown at work its near on impossible to not spot the redness. However, they do not, in any way begin to portray a spec of my timeline. Not a morsel of the anguish, or the joy they have seen.
I often wonder as I wait for the bus home after a long shift, if people can detect the emotion burning behind them. If I've had a particularly trying day, if they can sense the exhaustion that lay within. I admit, I check my reflection and more often than not, all I can see is a stony faced, average twenty something waiting impatiently for their return to home. This left me to ponder, how do we ever know the full story?
Truth is, people will only allow you to see a percentage of all they are. Even as I write, and try my damnest, I guess I'll never be able to express my entire being because, I guess that's just not human nature. Much as the people most nearest and dearest, will never entirely bare themselves to you, you will never bare all to them. We are a species that doesn't deal awfully well with the concept of the naked truth. I believe (please don't quote me on any of this - it's purely speculation) that it's due to our shame and perpetual feeling of not being enough. It's an awful shame, yet one that I doubt we will ever see the extinction of, in our lives or in those that follow. The world is changing rapidly, people are becoming more tolerant, more open, yet we still are unsure of everything.
Please don't get me wrong - writing this makes me feel like the biggest hypocrite in the UK (which is a tough position to be in currently) as I doubt I will ever share all of me with anyone, but I really want to see a little more truth. I want to know the stories. I don't want to listen to cliche, wanky quotes about parts of the anatomy having a superior power. For fucks sake, I want to hear your story.
People laugh because I always ask someone to introduce themselves with an embarrassing story, contrary to popular belief, it's not a sadistic ask, I find it a great, honest icebreaker. Start with a laugh, and a little spec of honesty, the rest will follow (mostly) - I always return with a ridiculous story, usually the one about me roughing it with friends and pissing myself. My sense of shame is possible set a little below the average, but the beauty of sharing that one moment, can unlock the door to sharing more of you. To getting a little closer to a sense of self acceptance. Again, let me reiterate, I'm not psychologist - shit I can't even spell it without the laptops help! These are all just little observations of a lil soph, trying to reach out and draw in those around me.
As per, I'm not sure where this is leading, it's just a little moment of a thought that appeared whilst on the bus this evening. It's not much more than a ramble and an ask for you to tell me a great story. I promised when I started this blog, that I'd be as honest as possible, and perhaps, reassure others that near enough, all of our thoughts are probably, perfectly normal. I hope that throughout my little scribblings, I have stayed true to this.
For the first time in a long time, I'm going to share this on my Facebook, opening myself to a lot of scrutiny from colleagues, family, friends and those people you cannot ever remember adding but you still kinda stalk. Following the link opens the door to all previous posts, which I'm still somewhat uncomfortable with, but I'm hoping to open up a little window to as much as I can bear, to bare. (Sorry, gotta fit one in there)
Hope I've entertained you all for a little while, and maybe inspired you to find an embarrassing story to open with, again to all who took the time to read - you are incredible and thank you. No artwork, or songs of the moment to share on this occasion, just me imploring you to follow your own ponders.
As always, Soph x
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