At the class, in the first workshops at least, participants (including me) had to write some texts (some at home, some at the workshops themselves).
– The person holding the class gave almost entirely positive feed-back to the participants; I began to think that it was somewhat sugaring things up, to make them look positive – “Oh, you write so well”; “I like the way in which you express”; “Do you also write in your spare time?”, etc.; … that is, until it got to me; the feed-back stopped being overall positive; some writing of mine was considered without any substance, no metaphors involved; I am, supposedly, bad at writing philosophy; my skills are better suited for SF (Science-Fiction) works; I’m not that good at showing how people speak in real life; I’m not that good at presenting things realistically;
– Trying to make a good comment to compensate for the bad feed-back received (I guess), at some point, while reading to the whole class my paper, the teacher said about this quote:
“Viața e doar atât – curajul fizic în fața morții” (“Life is just this – the physical courage in front of death”)
that this is a good idea; it was awkward to explain that the very first thought that he liked was not mine;
– At some point we did some exercise in which we had to present ourselves in 3 lines, each with 14 characters (including spaces) exactly; my thoughts about me were:
a. I am a machine (“Eu sunt mașină”);
b. Follow the rule (“Urmează regula”);
c. Get a result (“Obține rezultat”);
The person holding the workshop was unimpressed by my lack of emotions and challenged my view;
So what was funny?
To me, the funny part was to discover my weaknesses and my (rather big) inadequacy to a group composed mostly of people which wrote and read a lot; it was very funny to compare myself with others and to see how am I perceived by others; quite cool; it was me, totally different than the rest of the group; how nice!