tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post9021675554014627930..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: Pink CadillacThe Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-14649016410960447052010-12-20T16:28:13.067+00:002010-12-20T16:28:13.067+00:00Thanks everyone for such revealing comments!
I...Thanks everyone for such revealing comments!<br /><br />I've always liked that Emily Dickinson poem, George.<br /><br />Val - aha, I think you're a pink cadillac girl on the quiet, aren't you?<br /><br />Ruth - planes make me nervous, cars I like less and less, but I love trains and boats and feet.<br /><br />That Jeep sounds just perfect for your lifestyle, Karin. Love the idea of one sari to wear and one to wash. Simplicity. What is 'the real us'? It ain't the clothes we wear, or our reflection in the mirror, that's for sure (though I think our face, especially our eyes, betray a lot.) DH Lawrence would say our real self is not the exterior persona but the interior soul-self.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-10317910098324623362010-12-19T14:01:18.479+00:002010-12-19T14:01:18.479+00:00I had to laugh, as when I pulled up to work last w...I had to laugh, as when I pulled up to work last week, what should I see but a pink Cadillac! While they are surprising and strangely pretty....I'll stick with my ancient Jeep with the trail gear in the back and the bike rack on the back. <br /><br />And for attire... Well although I work in a ladies fashion store...Mother Theresa and her nuns are my heros...one sari to wear...on to wash...change out! What a light and lovely way to live. <br /><br />How much we put in externals is amazing. How often do we look at someone and make assumptions/judgements by how they "appear". But how many of us would choose the exact features and looks that are our own? I sometimes forget what I actually look like. I'll pass a mirror and give a start, and realize that stranger...that's "me" as the world sees me. But me the real me..."she/I" doesn't look anything like that. I guess I'd have to say to George's comment...we..the real us is always anonymous!ksamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01998231466478015431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-33096891009931201252010-12-19T10:56:13.966+00:002010-12-19T10:56:13.966+00:00I'm with you and George, and I choose clothes ...I'm with you and George, and I choose clothes that are modest and blend-y, though I do care about fashion and want to be up-to-date within reason. (It's all about the silhouette.) I drive a "roller skate" as my daughter calls it, a Chevy Aveo, and I do so proudly when I drive by SUV's that monster-dominate the road. But what does that say about me, that pride of mine and disdain of others? Anyway, I keep working on that judgment, while holding on to righteous "anger" that anyone would still drive a gas-hog. <br /><br />As for the poem, and speed, I have felt this way for a long time. I don't think we humans are meant to go fast. Cars are bad enough. But planes! I was especially struck with the car thing when my daughter moved to NYC, ironically enough, seeing as we think of the big city as the ultimate in speed. She and her husband just recently bought a VW Jetta, but for five years she has not had a car, using trains and buses. Her first year there she told me about Valentine's Day. She walked to and from work in Manhattan along the sidewalks and saw man after man after man carrying flowers to some sweetheart. She said, <i>If I had been in a car, I never would have seen that.</i>Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-7848748888300848802010-12-19T02:29:53.675+00:002010-12-19T02:29:53.675+00:00you know you are caught when even not choosing is ...you know you are caught when even not choosing is a choice - but thank goodness we still have choices! i am with you on the material world thing but even so a pink cadillac would catch my eye!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16060531713032236270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-56012256480930623272010-12-18T22:13:37.034+00:002010-12-18T22:13:37.034+00:00Amazing, Robert, I always imagined you buzzing aro...Amazing, Robert, I always imagined you buzzing around the English countryside in a pink cadillac. Just kidding, of course.<br /><br />I'm with you on this issue, especially as I get older with each passing year. I couldn't care less about cars or expensive clothes, and I would be quite content with a simple cottage as my home. Like you, I also cherish my anonymity. I have always admired those wonderful lines by Emily Dickinson:<br /><br />"How dreary to be somebody!<br /> How public, like a frog<br /> To tell your name the livelong day<br /> To an admiring bog!"<br /><br />The problem, as you recognize, is that it is almost impossible to avoid projecting some kind of image. You really can't get away from it. Personally, however, I would rather be judged according to who I am, for better or worse, that be judged according to what I possess.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.com