There is no accounting for taste. Bob Dylan is a lyrical poet. Bob Dylan is amplified mumbling. Jackson Pollack mastered the art of creating fractal dimensions on canvas. Jackson Pollack splattered paint and called it art. Snowden is a patriot. Snowden is a traitor. Two different people might look at one person and/or scenario and view them from two totally different perspectives.
In the complex world of dating, inevitably, you will meet someone who may have dated one of your friends. I too often hear clients tell me that my friend used to have a thing with her and he said, “she is awful–not for me.” Of course when pressed, the client will usually tell me he has never met “her” or she “him”. So where does that leave you?
Are you listening to the critics?
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My clients want someone to share their moments with.
“I was alone on Valentine’s day…”
“I am not a Mother/Father and I’ve lost mine, so Mother’s/Father’s Day is a reliable day of sadness, grief,….”
I wonder, however, if some have fallen into the trap of trying to capture and script the moment and, in so doing, the moment has eluded them.
When will the day come when we stop ruining the moment because we are too busy trying to capture it?
I read a great piece recently about American Pharoah’s Triple Crown triumph at Belmont. The author lamented that the Sports Illustrated cover commemorating the moment depicted spectators capturing the horse’s triumph through the lenses in their phones instead of viewing the moment through the lenses in their eyes.
We’re all guilty of this. The script has to be sent to the random guy you knew in high school. You haven’t spoken to him since high school because he was the random guy. But somehow, you are compelled to let him know all about it.
These seminal moments have to be captured for the benefit of someone with whom we feel apathetic towards at best. Nonetheless, we still pause our lives for the benefit of an audience we do not know and who cares little for us.
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