flattery through imitation.
I feel instantly relaxed upon knowing that my boss is not around today. Though in essence that does not take away the pile on my table, I am still able to let my hair down a bit, which is splendid (!), considering that today is Monday! Though I say that, I do think that all the hype about Monday is overrated. It's all in the mind, really. Hahha.
Anyway, last night, I thought of writing something, but of course, I was too tired and ended up sleeping.
By the title of this post, you can probably guess where I am going at. And no, before you think I am making self-flattering declarations that someone is copying me or trying to be me, I am not. This is just an overall observation; some things that have happened and are happening to people close to me, which I know a thing or two about.
When we were little, we were clean pieces of canvas, clean sheets; white, blank and in need of colour. When we were little, we always had someone we aspired to be. Someone we called our hero. Someone we wanted to be like, exactly.
More often than not, we grow out of looking up to people as total heros. We pick and choose as we grow and get to know ourselves better. Instead of emulating others in verbatim, we find ways to adapt one's character or good behaviour or good ways in our own ways.
But lucky or unlucky for some, they just never stop following other people in totality. In essence, they just don't "find" themselves because they are so busy trying to be other people.
It's absurd the amount of copying that goes around in this world. I don't mind if it's just an item or two. It's okay for 2 good friends like myself and Mamita; say for example, I like her shoes so much that I can't help but want the exact pair. And of course we joke about me copying her, but it doesn't matter because in essence, we are still who we are as 2 separate people, though we have the same shoes.
The bit that bothers me is when people don't only want the same pair of shoes, but want someone else's hair, clothes, bag, ring, car (?!), house, favours, invitation cards, wedding, parties, and friends? Come on. Though we shouldn't choose too much who we are friends with, etc. etc., you've got to admit that some people gel better with others than they do with some other people. It cannot be helped.
And let's not get started about copying blog posts and taking other people's pictures or work of art and passing it of as their own. Being a bloghopper myself, I have read about this more times than I care to remember. And it's sickening to think and know that there are alot of these people lurking in the cyberworld, ready to take on someone else's identity, since it is so easy to do.
I know, I know, people who don't blog would think, "If you don't want people to take on your identity, why write so much about yourselves then?". Blogging is a form of freedom of expression you know. I don't exactly agree with people laying each and every detail about their lives or feelings, but I do know that there are times when this is the only medium for us to "let loose". So, it's their right.
I'm grateful that I am not popular like HanisZalikha, PeejBurhan and ThePinkStilettos. I've seen them getting so upset about other people copying and trying to be them, and I can understand where they are coming from, though no one is copying or trying to be me (at least none that I know of anyway).
Since I opened my blog to the public again, I noticed that I have readers from god-knows-where. And some blogs which visit are private. And I don't really mind, really.
But if I do discover that whatever I have written has been made someone else's work, I won't hesitate to report whoever that person is.
All you've got to do is to just be yourself. Imitation is not flattery. Please and thank you.
Anyway, last night, I thought of writing something, but of course, I was too tired and ended up sleeping.
By the title of this post, you can probably guess where I am going at. And no, before you think I am making self-flattering declarations that someone is copying me or trying to be me, I am not. This is just an overall observation; some things that have happened and are happening to people close to me, which I know a thing or two about.
When we were little, we were clean pieces of canvas, clean sheets; white, blank and in need of colour. When we were little, we always had someone we aspired to be. Someone we called our hero. Someone we wanted to be like, exactly.
More often than not, we grow out of looking up to people as total heros. We pick and choose as we grow and get to know ourselves better. Instead of emulating others in verbatim, we find ways to adapt one's character or good behaviour or good ways in our own ways.
But lucky or unlucky for some, they just never stop following other people in totality. In essence, they just don't "find" themselves because they are so busy trying to be other people.
It's absurd the amount of copying that goes around in this world. I don't mind if it's just an item or two. It's okay for 2 good friends like myself and Mamita; say for example, I like her shoes so much that I can't help but want the exact pair. And of course we joke about me copying her, but it doesn't matter because in essence, we are still who we are as 2 separate people, though we have the same shoes.
The bit that bothers me is when people don't only want the same pair of shoes, but want someone else's hair, clothes, bag, ring, car (?!), house, favours, invitation cards, wedding, parties, and friends? Come on. Though we shouldn't choose too much who we are friends with, etc. etc., you've got to admit that some people gel better with others than they do with some other people. It cannot be helped.
And let's not get started about copying blog posts and taking other people's pictures or work of art and passing it of as their own. Being a bloghopper myself, I have read about this more times than I care to remember. And it's sickening to think and know that there are alot of these people lurking in the cyberworld, ready to take on someone else's identity, since it is so easy to do.
I know, I know, people who don't blog would think, "If you don't want people to take on your identity, why write so much about yourselves then?". Blogging is a form of freedom of expression you know. I don't exactly agree with people laying each and every detail about their lives or feelings, but I do know that there are times when this is the only medium for us to "let loose". So, it's their right.
I'm grateful that I am not popular like HanisZalikha, PeejBurhan and ThePinkStilettos. I've seen them getting so upset about other people copying and trying to be them, and I can understand where they are coming from, though no one is copying or trying to be me (at least none that I know of anyway).
Since I opened my blog to the public again, I noticed that I have readers from god-knows-where. And some blogs which visit are private. And I don't really mind, really.
But if I do discover that whatever I have written has been made someone else's work, I won't hesitate to report whoever that person is.
All you've got to do is to just be yourself. Imitation is not flattery. Please and thank you.
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