Comparations, an evolution, changes... I've a lot to talk about my improvement between my first writing and this last post. When I see my firsts writings I can see some grammar faults and words that don't fit on the phrase, if I said that now I don't do that I'd lie, but I think that now I don't need to think so much in how to write. Where I think I haven't improved so much is in my oral presentations, when I compare my first one and my last one I still seeing an insecure boy that finds so many difficulties choosing what he wants to say, I still seeing so many wrong formulated phrases and words that don't fit. I still can seeing some words that I want to articulate but they just go out from me as strange sounds. But I'm sure that I can improve them, I just have to find the way to make them entertaining for me and for the audience, that it's something that I hadn't found.
If I had to talk about my writings... I have to tell that in all of them I've passed more time thinking in what would I tell and how to tell it that writing that. I've always wanted to express something important, to make the reader think about what I say. I wouldn't like to choose a "best post" because I have strained the same in all of them. I could say that my lasts posts, those where I talked about individuality (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2011/05/dread.html) and those where I talked about a "line" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleep-and-dont-wake-up.html) (I think that these've been the most metaphorical posts that I've written) are interesting, but I wouldn't like to despise my firsts posts where I talked about justice, god, human relations, etc.
I used to talk about psychollogy because it's what has become the most interesting (and important) "subject" that I've ever studied. I don't like to say that I study psychollogy, I read it and it simply joins in my mind. I used to talk about philosophy, I think that the most of my writings are about philosophycal themes (maybe all of them). If you knew me in real life you'd see that I'm the same person that who writes this blog. I love to talk about what I think (and write, consecutivily) and I pretend to look like the person that I use to describe. I think that I want that others see in me the characteristics that I use to promote in my writings, and if they don't, it doesn't matter me anything, because I know that I'm doing what I want and I'm being like I am.
I really don't want to finish this blog, it has given to me so many memories. When I see some writings like "what do I want?" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-i-want.html) or maybe "Best friend" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend.html) I remember a time where I were disgusted for some things that now I wish to live them again. I've seen that I can yearn a moment that when I lived it I wanted to finish immediately. For example, at the moment that I writed "what do I want?" I felt so insecure with myself and really lost. I can't say that it has changed, but I would wish to return to that moment because then I didn't have the problems that I have now.
My future... If you look at my blog, there aren't any post (or I think it...) where I talk about my future. I hate to talk and to make hopes about it. I've seen that when I have hopes and I'm happy with something, it use to finish without my convictions. But I have to say that this blog has helped my more than any exam or english class (sorry, teachers) that I've done. I think that just one post has gived me more experience and more knowledge of english than one or two english classes. I think that for this link that I've found between my mind and english I feel bad when I see a finish in this blog. And for this reason I won't put any image with a farewell, or with a "game over" etc. I'm not even say goodbye. Writing posts, looking for the correct words, erase phrases that don't fit with my form of thinking, avoid themes that don't give something important to think... I've been 2 years doing it constantly without any obligation feeling. I know that I've always had my teachers telling me how many posts have I to write, or telling me my faults and virtues, but it doesn't matter so much in me, I would absolutely prefer to talk with them about what I've writed, to know what have they to say about my thoughts and to know if I've changed their way to see something.
I know that I've done some mistakes (in this post, for example, I should have written that 4 hours ago and divided in 2 posts), that I could have offend someone or that I could has been strange for some persons, but it's who I am and as I said in some of my posts, I love the individuality and rarety. I love to see how people fails and tries to improvise because I see these people like humans, when I see someone that use to be good, that do what they know best and don't do other things I question myself if they are humans or robots programmed to do just some things. Human is to be wrong, to accept it, to improve, to fail again, to sadden, to be glad, to see lies, to live lies, to tell lies, to change lies...
I have to finish it, but now I'm just finishing this post. I don't know if I will continue this blog (I know that lines ago I told something different), selectivitat and summer are so early. I don't want to thing about them, but I just want to know that they'll come. It's sufficient to depress me and to make me happy. I use to live with this first feeling, because I just see lies, liers that don't want to understand other ways of thinking, but at some moments I accept and live a lie and I'm happy, temporarily.
Well, this post has ended.
If I had to talk about my writings... I have to tell that in all of them I've passed more time thinking in what would I tell and how to tell it that writing that. I've always wanted to express something important, to make the reader think about what I say. I wouldn't like to choose a "best post" because I have strained the same in all of them. I could say that my lasts posts, those where I talked about individuality (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2011/05/dread.html) and those where I talked about a "line" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleep-and-dont-wake-up.html) (I think that these've been the most metaphorical posts that I've written) are interesting, but I wouldn't like to despise my firsts posts where I talked about justice, god, human relations, etc.
I used to talk about psychollogy because it's what has become the most interesting (and important) "subject" that I've ever studied. I don't like to say that I study psychollogy, I read it and it simply joins in my mind. I used to talk about philosophy, I think that the most of my writings are about philosophycal themes (maybe all of them). If you knew me in real life you'd see that I'm the same person that who writes this blog. I love to talk about what I think (and write, consecutivily) and I pretend to look like the person that I use to describe. I think that I want that others see in me the characteristics that I use to promote in my writings, and if they don't, it doesn't matter me anything, because I know that I'm doing what I want and I'm being like I am.
I really don't want to finish this blog, it has given to me so many memories. When I see some writings like "what do I want?" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-i-want.html) or maybe "Best friend" (http://the-black-tie.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend.html) I remember a time where I were disgusted for some things that now I wish to live them again. I've seen that I can yearn a moment that when I lived it I wanted to finish immediately. For example, at the moment that I writed "what do I want?" I felt so insecure with myself and really lost. I can't say that it has changed, but I would wish to return to that moment because then I didn't have the problems that I have now.
My future... If you look at my blog, there aren't any post (or I think it...) where I talk about my future. I hate to talk and to make hopes about it. I've seen that when I have hopes and I'm happy with something, it use to finish without my convictions. But I have to say that this blog has helped my more than any exam or english class (sorry, teachers) that I've done. I think that just one post has gived me more experience and more knowledge of english than one or two english classes. I think that for this link that I've found between my mind and english I feel bad when I see a finish in this blog. And for this reason I won't put any image with a farewell, or with a "game over" etc. I'm not even say goodbye. Writing posts, looking for the correct words, erase phrases that don't fit with my form of thinking, avoid themes that don't give something important to think... I've been 2 years doing it constantly without any obligation feeling. I know that I've always had my teachers telling me how many posts have I to write, or telling me my faults and virtues, but it doesn't matter so much in me, I would absolutely prefer to talk with them about what I've writed, to know what have they to say about my thoughts and to know if I've changed their way to see something.
I know that I've done some mistakes (in this post, for example, I should have written that 4 hours ago and divided in 2 posts), that I could have offend someone or that I could has been strange for some persons, but it's who I am and as I said in some of my posts, I love the individuality and rarety. I love to see how people fails and tries to improvise because I see these people like humans, when I see someone that use to be good, that do what they know best and don't do other things I question myself if they are humans or robots programmed to do just some things. Human is to be wrong, to accept it, to improve, to fail again, to sadden, to be glad, to see lies, to live lies, to tell lies, to change lies...
I have to finish it, but now I'm just finishing this post. I don't know if I will continue this blog (I know that lines ago I told something different), selectivitat and summer are so early. I don't want to thing about them, but I just want to know that they'll come. It's sufficient to depress me and to make me happy. I use to live with this first feeling, because I just see lies, liers that don't want to understand other ways of thinking, but at some moments I accept and live a lie and I'm happy, temporarily.
Well, this post has ended.
