Warning: introspection ahead
Nov. 7th, 2002 09:58 amI started working through "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain" this morning; did the four "pre-instruction" sketches on the train, which have the purpose of giving you a before-and-after comparison once you're done. They are:
Steve chortled when he saw #2. When I demanded to know what was so funny (I _knew_ it was bad, but...) he said "I noticed you drew him with a mullet." :-P
His only other comment was "so you're going through all this just so you can make a drawing of your D&D character?" *hmph* I know that a good part of the reason I married him was because he can see right through me; I'm just trying to remember WHY THAT'S A FEATURE...
Just as when I'd first bought the book way back in high school, I had serious lizard-brain issues trying to get going on this. It trips into a crippling-embarrassment bit that I've had since I was pretty small, and I don't know _why_. I'm not even sure what it _is_, even, I can only define it by what it makes me not do. Like, drawing someone I know...or seeing pictures of myself (photo or sketch)...or singing in front of people (even though I know I can carry a tune)...or dancing. Obviously this is some kind of self-consciousness problem, judging from the last two, but I'm not sure how the first two tie in to that.
And then there's the extra value-added fun where I can get embarrassed on someone else's behalf, even though they're not, and (here's the kicker) _when all they're doing is something that would make *me* selfconscious if *I* was doing it_. My personal problems are bad enough, but that one is a total bullshit issue and must be destroyed, because I will NOT be the rain on someone else's parade.
I have no idea how one is supposed to eradicate problems like this.
Saturday is Pooky's birthday. As usual I have no idea what to get him. :)
ObMusic: I'm so glad that someone is making good ol' doofy rock-n-roll about parties and sex again. Whiny angsty nu-metal delenda est.
- a portrait of someone (I did Steve reading)
- "draw a person" without looking at anyone (this turned out to be an indeterminate-gender person leaning on a small tree)
- your off-hand
- a chair. (I actually didn't do that one on the train, for reasons I hope should be obvious.)
Steve chortled when he saw #2. When I demanded to know what was so funny (I _knew_ it was bad, but...) he said "I noticed you drew him with a mullet." :-P
His only other comment was "so you're going through all this just so you can make a drawing of your D&D character?" *hmph* I know that a good part of the reason I married him was because he can see right through me; I'm just trying to remember WHY THAT'S A FEATURE...
Just as when I'd first bought the book way back in high school, I had serious lizard-brain issues trying to get going on this. It trips into a crippling-embarrassment bit that I've had since I was pretty small, and I don't know _why_. I'm not even sure what it _is_, even, I can only define it by what it makes me not do. Like, drawing someone I know...or seeing pictures of myself (photo or sketch)...or singing in front of people (even though I know I can carry a tune)...or dancing. Obviously this is some kind of self-consciousness problem, judging from the last two, but I'm not sure how the first two tie in to that.
And then there's the extra value-added fun where I can get embarrassed on someone else's behalf, even though they're not, and (here's the kicker) _when all they're doing is something that would make *me* selfconscious if *I* was doing it_. My personal problems are bad enough, but that one is a total bullshit issue and must be destroyed, because I will NOT be the rain on someone else's parade.
I have no idea how one is supposed to eradicate problems like this.
Saturday is Pooky's birthday. As usual I have no idea what to get him. :)
ObMusic: I'm so glad that someone is making good ol' doofy rock-n-roll about parties and sex again. Whiny angsty nu-metal delenda est.
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Date: 2002-11-07 10:02 pm (UTC)Oh, and next time we go dancing, damnit.
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Date: 2002-11-07 11:37 pm (UTC)*cough* Um, actually...
Oh, and next time we go dancing, damnit.
Presumably next time I won't have poison ivy and you won't be nerve pinched, so I daresay it can be arranged. :)
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Date: 2002-11-07 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-08 06:42 am (UTC)Of course this leads to whole areas not being touched, or if I do, then I try to do it in private. For example, I can't cook. When I asked for advice on good books, people started talking about "Oh, just experiment and cook for others and get their feedback." Nonononono. Can't cook for others until I feel competent enough at it that I won't create a clusterfuck. I'd be too self-conscious about doing something in public which I know I'm not good at.
Embarrassed for others: Hell, I won't even watch some sit-coms on TV because I find the situations they get into to be intensly and painfully embarrassing. And that's fiction! *shudder*