Wordsmithing: THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY - 9 FACE SAVING THOUGHTS

Thursday, 20 September 2012

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY - 9 FACE SAVING THOUGHTS

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Outside, among your fellows, among strangers, you must preserve appearances, a hundred things you cannot do, but inside, the terrible freedom. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

This Thursday, I’ve been having an even more thoughtful time than usual.

I dived deep into the subject of Face: the superficial appearance, voiced beliefs and attitudes that may, or may not, be an accurate reflection of a person’s character.

(I'm knee deep in this topic, that's Thoughtful Thursday for you.)

FACE:

· Everyone works to maintain face

· The individual’s face is shaped and reshaped depending on who is there to see it.

· Presenting the right face can be the difference between being accepted or rejected.

· When surrounded by others, the face shown by any individual can a reflection of others in the group.

· Face is one way the subtleties of power is seen even when the group is, theoretically, made up of equals.

· Face affects behaviour.

· The biggest struggle a person deals with during the course of their day is to understand the public face every other individual presents to the world.

· The difference between the protected, private and true identity of an individual and their public face can be the truth behind two people’s relationship or a major cause of aggression.

· The ability to always present an appropriate face is the highest – and lowest – form of communication.

FACE IS SO BRITTLE IT IS IMPORTANT TO MAKE SURE IT CRACKS... I PLAN FOR IT.

HOW IS YOUR PUBLIC FACE HOLDING UP FOR YOU?

2 comments:

Karen Jones Gowen20 September 2012 at 16:32
What a fascinating post, and topic. I often wonder what others think of me, especially when I do or say something offensive (a problem I have occasionally lol), but generally I go about my business not thinking that much about my public face or persona.
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Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

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Thursday, 20 September 2012

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY - 9 FACE SAVING THOUGHTS

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