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Did you ever get that feeling while talking to someone that you were saying too much? That the things which were falling from your lips were inappropriate, but only in the sense that the person you were sharing them with didn't actually need to know what you were telling them. I have a rare opportunity on a daily basis to do such things with a frightening frequency, I am doing interviews for publications around the world. It's a weird balance between flattery, necessity, and indulgence. These journalists (if that's what they prefer to be known as in this day in age) will ask questions varying from the inane to the all too private, and I find myself more and more wanting to say less; but I invariably end up feeling like I've said too much.
I remember feeling this way before. Prior to ever speaking with the press. I remember spilling my guts to a friend or something when I was a teenager. You know, the times when your thoughts of individuality and emotion run rampant and your sense of invincibility borders on dangerous levels. I recall feeling so good about letting go of whatever it was I was talking about and really elaborating on certain basic thoughts and feeling kind of smart in the process. But after the fact feeling a bit stupid for having revealed so much to someone who most likely didn't care, and as well was seven digits away from sharing my thoughts with a vast network of gossip hungry teens not too dissimilar from me. They in turn would go on to share too much information with another friend and so on and so forth. Thereby confirming my after-the-fact fears of revealing to much in the first place. sh*t.
So much of what we say gets misconstrued and misinterpreted on our own soil to begin with. Then try sharing too much during an interview in Japan, or Asia. Where there exists cultural barriers that only magnify the chances of things being lost in translation. I find myself explaining and interpreting shards of smart *** comments I made years ago when I do interviews overseas, and it ultimately frustrates me to a point of feeling like I shouldn't say anything at all, short of the straight and narrow. Then of course you come off as dull, lacking in enthusiasm, and lifeless. Or worse yet, condescending, arrogant, and dare I say, "American!?"
I guess that's one of the prices you pay for being blessed with consciousness. Someone somewhere will have a problem with anything you do. So it doesn't even make sense to try and make sense of it. Maybe I shouldn't think so hard about it. Some people could argue that "saying too much" is exactly what the world wants out of a entertainer or an artist or a public figure. Not that any of those things are one in the same. I guess I would just love to feel that when and if someone asked me a question, my reply would say just enough to pacify and stimulate, but leave enough out to keep them interested and wanting more.
I know that makes me kind of an oafish turd but this is my diary, and if you don't like it you can go read someone else's.
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