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	<title>Comments on: How Others See Me</title>
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		<title>By: doortoperception</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-13695</link>
		<dc:creator>doortoperception</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 19:27:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Something similar happened to me the other day--however, I took the coward's way out and hid from the guy!  I was afraid he wouldn't even remember me and at 44, that kind of rejection is devastating sometimes.  Plus, he's a doctor now and I'm still trying to figure out what I want o be when I grow up. This set me thinking how the course of my life has gone and how uninteresting my life must be for a memory that old to be so fresh, you know? Thanks for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Something similar happened to me the other day&#8211;however, I took the coward&#8217;s way out and hid from the guy!  I was afraid he wouldn&#8217;t even remember me and at 44, that kind of rejection is devastating sometimes.  Plus, he&#8217;s a doctor now and I&#8217;m still trying to figure out what I want o be when I grow up. This set me thinking how the course of my life has gone and how uninteresting my life must be for a memory that old to be so fresh, you know? Thanks for sharing.</p>
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		<title>By: mrschili</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11263</link>
		<dc:creator>mrschili</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What I mean by the last paragraph, Auntie, is that I - and I imagine everyone else - go through life creating my own reality.  The world is only as I see it - it can only be this way because I have no other perspective from which to view it.  When I DO get a glimpse of another's perspective, particularly when it involves my understanding of who *I* am, it's jarring.  "Wait a minute - you mean I'm DIFFERENT from what I THINK I am?"

I don't mind being shaken out of my perceptions - I actually seek out those kinds of experiences - but I sometimes find those reality shifts uncomfortable when it comes to my understanding of who I am.  Kizz is one who often offers up different views of who I am (or, at least, who I am to her - this really is about each individual's take on the matter) and I come away from those conversations thinking "HUH!  Really?!  Are you SURE that's what I'm like?"

Does that make sense?

And Seester, that sentence wasn't intended to be a self-pity thing.  I tend to think of myself as someone that people outside of my immediate circle wouldn't take much notice of.  That this &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; occasional acquaintance would remember me after 17 years is startling to me; I had no idea that I would make enough of an impression that he would even remember my face, never mind my name.  Of course, I'm running on the assumption that it's about ME; it could well be that his remembering me is due entirely on the kind of person DANA is...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What I mean by the last paragraph, Auntie, is that I - and I imagine everyone else - go through life creating my own reality.  The world is only as I see it - it can only be this way because I have no other perspective from which to view it.  When I DO get a glimpse of another&#8217;s perspective, particularly when it involves my understanding of who *I* am, it&#8217;s jarring.  &#8220;Wait a minute - you mean I&#8217;m DIFFERENT from what I THINK I am?&#8221;</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t mind being shaken out of my perceptions - I actually seek out those kinds of experiences - but I sometimes find those reality shifts uncomfortable when it comes to my understanding of who I am.  Kizz is one who often offers up different views of who I am (or, at least, who I am to her - this really is about each individual&#8217;s take on the matter) and I come away from those conversations thinking &#8220;HUH!  Really?!  Are you SURE that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m like?&#8221;</p>
<p>Does that make sense?</p>
<p>And Seester, that sentence wasn&#8217;t intended to be a self-pity thing.  I tend to think of myself as someone that people outside of my immediate circle wouldn&#8217;t take much notice of.  That this <em>very</em> occasional acquaintance would remember me after 17 years is startling to me; I had no idea that I would make enough of an impression that he would even remember my face, never mind my name.  Of course, I&#8217;m running on the assumption that it&#8217;s about ME; it could well be that his remembering me is due entirely on the kind of person DANA is&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: saintseester</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11262</link>
		<dc:creator>saintseester</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 04:41:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"I see myself as mostly unremarkable and practically invisible."

I honestly have no earthly way to fathom that you could say this.  That is just about the opposite of  how I "see" you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I see myself as mostly unremarkable and practically invisible.&#8221;</p>
<p>I honestly have no earthly way to fathom that you could say this.  That is just about the opposite of  how I &#8220;see&#8221; you.</p>
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		<title>By: Laurie B</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11261</link>
		<dc:creator>Laurie B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 03:51:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>mrschili, I very rarely say that "You have my voice". You do.  Any  time, any where and for any time for any reason.  You love me and all of us that much.  Thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>mrschili, I very rarely say that &#8220;You have my voice&#8221;. You do.  Any  time, any where and for any time for any reason.  You love me and all of us that much.  Thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: whodoesshethinksheisanyway</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11260</link>
		<dc:creator>whodoesshethinksheisanyway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 03:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Please elaborate on the last paragraph. It is most interesting to me. Not like I don't care about the other stuff. Oh, you know what I mean!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please elaborate on the last paragraph. It is most interesting to me. Not like I don&#8217;t care about the other stuff. Oh, you know what I mean!</p>
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		<title>By: Xena</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11259</link>
		<dc:creator>Xena</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 02:13:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You're an awesome advocate for GSA and I thank you immensely. You are not afraid to say what you're committed to and I imagine the dean knew that...
Love ya woman!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re an awesome advocate for GSA and I thank you immensely. You are not afraid to say what you&#8217;re committed to and I imagine the dean knew that&#8230;<br />
Love ya woman!</p>
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		<title>By: twoblueday</title>
		<link>http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/how-others-see-me/#comment-11258</link>
		<dc:creator>twoblueday</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:25:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>All in all it doesn't sound like a bad day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All in all it doesn&#8217;t sound like a bad day.</p>
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