I learn a lot about other people when I show my vulnerabilities.
From my perspective, I don't have a lot to lose being vulnerable. Or rather, I have come to terms with the (possible imagined) downsides. On the positive, we've forged an anonymous connection; while the best scenario is we forge a real connection. But if there's no connection, it's totally fine, I've gathered information.
Someone a long time ago, said it was my vulnerabilities that made him love me. I was in a very vulnerable part of my life, reconfiguring it dramatically (trading my previous traditional choices for a life of possibilities, walks into the unknown and unknowable). It was fucking scary. I didn't like being vulnerable. Showing my flaws, imperfections. I learned you have to be open to let the impossible/unknown flow into life. To trust. Sure, I've been betrayed, stabbed in the heart. But in the end, you have to get over the pain, the amargosa. (Se eu nao tenho meu amor, eu tenho minha dor.) Cabiria knows, life goes on.
Life is not a safe place.
I think we forget that, because we have used technology to make it safer. Technology and Knowledge and Culture insulate, make us forget this wild, magical, world full of beauty, possibility, pain and raw experience. To experience that, I offer my throat.
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