Thursday, January 25, 2007

The only time…you wasn’t their


I notice on PostSecret a woman swim in pool. I recognize that because of the color of the water. It was blue. My fevered color is blue. Also I love swimming very mach. Perhaps this was the risen to look it. When you swim the only thing you can pay attention is the water around you and you breathing. Everything else is appearing faraway from you. Same times if you don’t want to be alone this could be very scary. Then make me read what I on this postcard. “The The only time…you wasn’t their. That makes me feel sorry for this woman. Possibly her parent wasn’t on her swim competition when she was little. For me this is kind of stupid. I am from Europe and in my country the parents don’t go to on this kind of events. I was in to sports teams and one for drawing. They did not appear even ones. But If I gat some medal or grams my parents take me to same cool pleases to celebrate. I love this and it was OK for me. If I don’t win they say next time and remove the pressure to win every time. This is the reason I start to think - O lot is the big deal? Then I read the rest of the text. And start to think is not exactly for sport event or any of this. This picture is more like expression how lonely the person feels most of the time. Is seemed to me she can’t get out her loneliness and she could not get out of it. The only person who could help didn’t and now is too late. And the only person who can understand the meaning of this postcard is just one. But she didn’t want him to feel guilty about it and she kept this secret for her self.

What is my experience of making your postcard

In the begging of this class I think that I do not have very big secrets. At list same one knows something. Because, I have a lot of friend and I’m open with my parents. If my parents don’t know something my friends know it. However, this assignment makes me think. What I don’t tell any one? When, I found it, a felt scary. It’s that trough? Now I’m happy that I establish that. I start to know my self better. In addition to that I felt happier when I witted it down. However, if some of my friends know or my parents know it. This will be different story. I know they will ask me again and again is that true. And they will give a headache of question. I’m so happy that nobody knows.