So I was reading Oso’s latest entry: Advice to Oso From The World, well, actually, I saw the headline in my gmail “web snippets” – the low budget RSS reader build into gmail and I presumed I knew what it would be about, thinkin…

Come, come to our side, my dear sweet, Oso. I promise you won’t regret it . Come to the GOP Latino Empire (with a triple shot of espresso).

My site is http://www.latinorepublican.com

Hmmm. I thought you knew that…..you hurted my feelers, Oso.

P.S. I see no character flaws in you.

Aaaall Righty Then.

Hi, Oso….just dropping in to say hi. I don’t really understand this entry, but it sounds like some sort of ‘falling out’.

Cuidate.

Thank you. I hope that means your name will soon be linked to the words of a thoughtful observer.

Abo,

I had a feeling you’d be quick to agree with World. I admit, he had some smart points, but I’m still not sure I’m completely convinced. Why look at the world with such severity? Isn’t it just as possible that my real flaw lies in the fact that I need everyone to like me? If someone is bothered by my lack of seriousness and disregard for whatever they may call holy, maybe I should just be better at letting go of them?

Not only that, but I’ve always been … and remain to be … skeptical of why people love to dig up the hurt. It’s probably my own complex, but when someone asks me about my family or old relationships, they seem much more interested in playing Freud than getting to know me. I think I am hypersensitive about being filed away in some Freudian archetype folder – which always seems like the end of the game.

With all that said, I’m making a conscious effort towards sincerity.

DT & Hector,

Grazi.

Tumbleweed,

Word up, I want a more compassionate alter-ego.

Cindylu,

How rad was that restaurant? Do you know any Chinese midgets? For some reason, the next time we go I’d like to be accompanied by a Chinese midget.

Unfortunately, I’m only a step ahead of the new friends. The old ones have been echoing World’s thoughts for a long while. Which is why it was so easy to write.

Logtar,

The more I think about it, the more literature seems like an exercise in empathy. A way to step into the shoes of others – whether it’s looking out at the rest of the world, or looking in on yourself. Maybe it’s not as honest as writing in the first person, but I think it’s just as useful.

Myke,

I suggest you use q-tips to get the voices out of your hear.