I just finished writing this paper for skool...
at first, I was really uncomfortable to think that I had to reflect on a story from my childhood and share this with a classroom full off odd strangers... I mean, what it really comes down to is that I don't really want them all knowing what I think of myself, because I'm a little bit more than a little bit confused when it comes to judging myself.
Besides, I have a hard time remembering my childhood.
well... except for one essential factor... Shrinks. I saw lots of fucking shrinks. What better to write about than my favorite shrink story: the time that I masturbated in my shrink's office when I was 11 years old.
I take a strange sense of pride in telling this story - it cracks me up. and I'm assuming it'll make my class uncomfortable, which works just fine for me... As long as I'm not the uncomfortable one standing in front of the class, it's all good right? I don't mind making a room full of people squirm, so long as I can love myself through it. Usually, when I stand in front of a group and expose myself, the discomfort I feel manifests itself in the form of self-loathing judgements. Now, in such a situation, where I feel confident, I don't give a fuck if they judge me for being a perv, because it's the damn truth and they can kiss my mother fucking ass, on the real.
AND the best part is that I know my draft is rough as hell, but I'm bringing it in anyway (unedited) just because I'm not concerned, as I usually am, that everyone is going to see what an awful writer I am; I know damn well that my grammatical choices are not going to be their main focus.
ok, i think i'm going to go burn some brain cells before class... i said i wouldn't, but i lied.
thank you.
bye bye.
at first, I was really uncomfortable to think that I had to reflect on a story from my childhood and share this with a classroom full off odd strangers... I mean, what it really comes down to is that I don't really want them all knowing what I think of myself, because I'm a little bit more than a little bit confused when it comes to judging myself.
Besides, I have a hard time remembering my childhood.
well... except for one essential factor... Shrinks. I saw lots of fucking shrinks. What better to write about than my favorite shrink story: the time that I masturbated in my shrink's office when I was 11 years old.
I take a strange sense of pride in telling this story - it cracks me up. and I'm assuming it'll make my class uncomfortable, which works just fine for me... As long as I'm not the uncomfortable one standing in front of the class, it's all good right? I don't mind making a room full of people squirm, so long as I can love myself through it. Usually, when I stand in front of a group and expose myself, the discomfort I feel manifests itself in the form of self-loathing judgements. Now, in such a situation, where I feel confident, I don't give a fuck if they judge me for being a perv, because it's the damn truth and they can kiss my mother fucking ass, on the real.
AND the best part is that I know my draft is rough as hell, but I'm bringing it in anyway (unedited) just because I'm not concerned, as I usually am, that everyone is going to see what an awful writer I am; I know damn well that my grammatical choices are not going to be their main focus.
ok, i think i'm going to go burn some brain cells before class... i said i wouldn't, but i lied.
thank you.
bye bye.
nopantsdave:
So, the trick to not feeling uncomfortable is to make them feel more uncomfortable than you? I suppose that works. What class is this for?
jonnytrrrash7:
yes, rattle their cages!