Wednesday, June 01, 2011

IndieInk Writing Challenge: Ashamed

This week, as part of the IndieInk Writing Challenge, I challenge Manju, asking her "What do you want from me?", while I am challenged by The Onion, not the satirical newspaper but instead someone with lots of layers (onions have layers, as Donkey told us). This tear inducing vegetable asks me to write about a time when I felt shame. There are no shortage of those, for sure.

I don't typically write about personal things. (I used to. In my archive are post upon post whining about my personal problems.) I do this because I'm a coward- I find it easier to put my feelings into people that don't exist. I've been wrestling about this challenge, because I'm not sure exactly which event would both fail to cause terminal embarrassment and somehow provide edification and/or entertainment.

But I'm going to try.

Evan Dando would argue that it's a shame about Ray.

Billy Joel would instead argue that he is Shameless.

John Lennon, quoting Fats Domino, would ask us Ain't That A Shame?

I've been thinking about this question all week. I've tried approaching this question politically, poetically, fictionally, and factually- and all my efforts have come out pathetically.

What is wrong with me? There are so many blogs, full of confessions about rape, pregnancy, incest, abuse of all sorts. Brave people, baring their souls to try and comfort humans they have never met. And then, there's me: unwilling to tell even the smallest embarrassing story. What am I afraid of?

I guess, in the end, the thing that I feel the most shame about is my inability to talk about anything meaningful. I wish I had the bravery to show my vulnerabilities.

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  1. I get it If anything says something about shame, it would be the inability to write about it.

    Its a "layer"

    THe Onion

  2. Sometimes what brings us the most shame is not being able to talk about it.

  3. Isn't it funny, how different we all are? I've been stumped in my writing lately, blog-wise and almost every other-wise, because I thought it was all just emotional vomit. Somehow I lost the middle ground between TMI and silence.

  4. I believe this is the reason I felt compelled to move to a new blog site. I had over shared and it felt way too dark. I like my new site much better, and I don't write about personal issues nearly as much.


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