Ever re-read previous work and become disgusted with how many times the word I appears?
I know I do.
Suggestions on strategies to keep that in check? What does such prevelent use of I say about the writer? I'm guessing it reads like a self centered person displaying the tells of self centeredness.
We seems like it presumes too much about others. Seeing the problem, but blind to the solution.
My intent was to see what folks thought. Some things I have written were shared with a friend, and the one bit of feedback I received was that I used I in almost every line. It was explained to me when he went to school(his schooling was much better than my education, especially in regards to classic literature) I over used was not good.
It is very hard to say what I think without I.
I have hopes, I have dreams, I have thoughts, and I have ideas. Every darn thing I say seems to be I based. I had never thought about it, and I guess once it was pointed out, I really started to notice.
I haven't any idea if it struck others as odd,and wanted to ask opinions. He said over use of I was a sign of too much ego, and selfcenteredness. Accusations i have heard a time or two before, of I am honest.
I figured this thread was a good place for a second opinion. Is this not a place to discuss ego? Am I to be disencouraged from asking opinion to aid in self reflection? Isn't that a main point, to help each other up the mountain? If I frased my question poorly or my momentary frustration with a percieved lack in my character struck the wrong tone, I apologise. I am not perfect.
I am inclined to agree with everything you said, I guess I was over thinking the criticism. I am no writer, but have been enjoying letting out what I often hold in. There were concerns…..I feel much better now.
Frens? Optimus ment no harm, only had a moment of self doubt. Most of my life folks have always taken me the wrong way, so I try to be very careful, perhaps overly so.
My Jesuit friend is often confounding
Though sometimes our talks are simply astounding
Sometimes when he disagrees, he pretends he doesn't hear
But no other deep discussions in real life to me are near
And sometimes something circles back from long ago
His position once so hardened seem to soften, did he grow?
Maybe he just plays me, is he evil faking kind
A frien a foe I do not know and it fucks with my mind
No one I know does test me both In patience or on points.
As we take breaks from labor, and talk deeply over joints.
This bird is strange I tell you, he's been so kind an employer.
That does not mean he would not lie if he works for the destroyer.
But recently this man who used to call me heretic
Called me up and admitted he thinks the pope is sick.
Maybe he'd like to kill me, and maybe he is my friend
I don't know how to wrap it up so here i just will end.