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The void

append delete Neolander

(This is one of these things which I can only talk about with myself or with people on the Internet. But I thought it was worth sharing...)

Different people have different ways of dealing with their past. I'm one of those who do their best to forget it. Even the good periods. I don't take photos, I destroy written and digital documents as soon as I can reasonably do so, and I do my best to focus on what I am now and forget what I've been before. When it fails, the fallback mechanism is simply to hate what I've been enough that I'd prefer to look at what I'm now. It's not too hard, I only have to dig a bit in my memory before I find plenty of reasons to do so. Bad memories last longer and come back easier.

This way, I hope that I'll never fall in the trap of nostalgia. Which is, the way I see it, exceedingly forgiving the past, to the point where I'd only think about the good part of each past event in depressing moments, forgetting how it has ended, and above all why it was unavoidable. I've heard about people who keep running about their exes, and I don't want to see myself do silly things like that. I want to be someone I can be proud of, being a whiny child which can not accept reality does not fit this category.

And all in all, it works pretty well. Caring about my present, I've managed to build - and am still building - myself a life I can be happy about.

Yet sometimes I still want to take a glimpse at my former selves and their environment. See what previous friends have become, chat with them for a minute or two, laugh at those mistakes I made that they know probably have forgiven and forgotten, before forgetting everything about them again. And then I realize that with all the precision and care I'm capable of, I've made sure by myself that I won't be able to access this part of my life ever again. That I don't have an email, a phone number, or something. That the only link I've left with a person who used to be the closest to me at some point of my past is the address of a house where she doesn't live anymore, that the only thing which remains of best Internet friends is nicknames which are too generic to return any meaningful result.

In these moments, I feel like one feels when looking at a cliff, at a huge pit of abysmal height, and wondering how this void can be there now where there used to be people and life. I'm shocked by how consciously I've disintegrated my past, bit by bit, till nothing remains available to me, how carefully I've built these barriers, putting extreme care in the task of making sure that I won't be able to cross them.

After the initial shock, this void leaves other, weird feelings in my mind. Thinking that I was the one who created it sometimes scares me to no end. That cold-blooded, clean, but extreme violence, like a slaughterhouse that has been consciously taken care of until it blood stains have disappeared and everything shines by a Hollowood psychopath, makes a child remain inside of me want to flee, to escape from this calm and silent murderer that I have become. But the price which every conscious being pays for the joy of living is that he can't escape himself and the weight of what he has done.

So when I've calmed down, accepted that this is the way I've decided to live and that I can do nothing about it, I just sit on the edge of that infinite cliff inside of my head, close my eyes, take a deep breath, open my eyes again, and contemplate the void where my present used to stand some times ago in a meditative fashion.

And after a while, I stand up and go back to my everyday life as if nothing had ever happened, leaving the void behind me for some more time...

Neolander added on

(Kroc said "Don't be ashamed of talking about things which matter to *you*, throw things around and see if they stick", so here's my part :))

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append delete #1. Kroc

It is difficult to fight against a world of constant distraction.

I am always embarrassed by my past self. Because I am so head-strong and voice myself, it is a given that I am wrong somewhere in my opinions because I lack some extra level of experience or perspective which I receive later.

Just a few days ago, when I wrote about how I felt about my current work situation is one of those days where I have gained an extra level of perspective, and I have no doubts that in years to come I will look back at myself prior to that day and cringe.

I try and not let myself hide these days away too much because they are important in their own respect as guide-posts to where I have come from. I leave these blog posts up, even though they may feel detrimental to my perceived image. My letters from 2003-2005 are horrible, horrible things to read for me. I can see how far I have come, even though in the great flow of things since then I couldn't see it on a day to day basis. In fact, I’m damn glad I had those letters in physical form, and that I wrote them. They acted as a kind of blog (this was before blogging went mainstream on the web) to record my current state, and if I didn’t have them, I would have no recollection or no idea what I was like back then. I wouldn’t be able to piece that image together out of old chat transcripts or e-mails from the time. You don’t notice how the daily flow of digital data is changing you.

Your blog is a masterpiece of fine technical writing. I need to comment more on it, but I keep finding myself distracted and tired. It’s hard to come home from a day where you’ve cycled 20 miles and fought battles with crappy Vista computers and then be faced with a wall of text that requires a great deal of consideration to reply to.

My suggestion to you is to do more personal blogging, speak your mind. It’ll leave you a trail of things you’ll regret, but it’s also a trail to show you how far you’ve come.

But yes, I feel your pain.

append delete #2. Neolander

“I am always embarrassed by my past self. Because I am so head-strong and voice myself, it is a given that I am wrong somewhere in my opinions because I lack some extra level of experience or perspective which I receive later.”

Same here. If there's one thing that makes me want to punch people, it's when they remember that I used to think otherwise just as strongly as I think something today. I know that, but still it hurts, so I really don't want to think about it. I'm a living advertising for cognitive dissonance theory u_u

“I try and not let myself hide these days away too much because they are important in their own respect as guide-posts to where I have come from.”

Are they ? No matter how much effort I put into hiding my past, there's this thing called memory which his here to remember me the bad parts from time to time anyway, and these are the parts which make you think and guide you isn't it ?

“Your blog is a masterpiece of fine technical writing. I need to comment more on it, but I keep finding myself distracted and tired. It’s hard to come home from a day where you’ve cycled 20 miles and fought battles with crappy Vista computers and then be faced with a wall of text that requires a great deal of consideration to reply to.”

I feel the same about yours, actually :) The thing is, because of this, I regularly wonder if you (and others) still read it. As a blog editor, insightful comments makes you feel like people have read and understood your article, they're truly a joy. Plus, they help you moving forward.

To be blunt, when you say here that my blog is a masterpiece, it feels a bit like an empty statement. Of course, it's a masterpiece, since I've written it ^^ But there has to be something that tickles your nose though, something you feel I've done wrong, and I'd like to know because it helps my project improve...

“My suggestion to you is to do more personal blogging, speak your mind. It’ll leave you a trail of things you’ll regret, but it’s also a trail to show you how far you’ve come.”

I originally planned to post this on my blog, you know :) I've tried several times, but nothing came out of the keyboard. Maybe one of the reasons why I love sandboxing is that it's simply the way my mind work : TOSP is about an OS. My life has nothing to do there. The fluctuating idea of this OS exists independently of my life in the world outside, and this idea just needs me to push it forward.

“But yes, I feel your pain.”

This must be the most mysterious part of your post, actually :) I'm starting to fall asleep and it doesn't help me at the task of understanding things and writing, but this part I simply have not understood.

append delete #3. theraje

You cannot change who you are. You can only change who you will become.

append delete #4. Kroc

“there's this thing called memory which his here to remember me the bad parts from time to time anyway, and these are the parts which make you think and guide you isn't it ?”

Memories are vague and unforgiving. I can look back at a blog post and say "I’m not that person any more".

“But there has to be something that tickles your nose though, something you feel I've done wrong…”

Not that I can see. You are operating at several levels below me in the stack. The code is beyond me, but your articles make it very accessible by debating core OS design concepts.

If you want and audience (a technical one) and replies, I don’t see why you don’t publish these articles on OSNews. You’re writing an OS, fighting with the fundamentals. But I can understand that OSNews is not "home" to you. I had a blogger blog before I made the new camen design, and I didn’t use it much as it didn’t feel like home to me.

Consider trying to find a space that suits you for personal blogging. Perhaps Tumblr or Posterous that offer a "minimal" setup, or just stick a bunch of text files in a web root and write a tiny script to produce an index—whatever is as little effort to prevent you from using something.

append delete #5. Neolander

“You cannot change who you are. You can only change who you will become.”

Well said :) Though I'd say that I'm permanently becoming someone else, so it's not so bad... as long as I don't look back and start wanting to change the past.

append delete #6. Neolander

“Memories are vague and unforgiving. I can look back at a blog post and say "I’m not that person any more".”

But if that person is not you anymore, how is reading about it any more interesting than reading about other persons instead ?

“Not that I can see. You are operating at several levels below me in the stack. The code is beyond me, but your articles make it very accessible by debating core OS design concepts.”

That's because for me, it's the concepts that should mainly be discussed. Code has its requirements as well, like comments and identations and other naming clarity standards, but a good code snippet can be easily changed, while a flawed design is an awful pain to correct.

“If you want and audience (a technical one) and replies, I don’t see why you don’t publish these articles on OSNews. You’re writing an OS, fighting with the fundamentals. But I can understand that OSNews is not "home" to you. I had a blogger blog before I made the new camen design, and I didn’t use it much as it didn’t feel like home to me.”

I think it's something like that. I always try to keep in mind that I could write things on OSnews, and have successfully tried once, but... It's not home for me. The interface intimidates me as much as it annoys me, because on my blog I speak on the behalf of myself (or, more exactly, of the OS-periment project) while on OSnews I speak on the behalf of OSnews... It really doesn't feel the same, and you might have noticed that my writing style on both reflects this by being a bit different.

“Consider trying to find a space that suits you for personal blogging. Perhaps Tumblr or Posterous that offer a "minimal" setup, or just stick a bunch of text files in a web root and write a tiny script to produce an index—whatever is as little effort to prevent you from using something.”

Will have a look at these later, once I go back from work (I should already be en route ^^') but right now I already have a potential issue about that : wouldn't such personal blogging eat up too much spare time and slow down my other projects ?

append delete #7. Kroc

“wouldn't such personal blogging eat up too much spare time and slow down my other projects ?”

If you counted how many hours you weren’t being productive, you could probably fit a whole other job in there. I certainly know I could.

Personal blogging is maintenance for the soul. If you ignore it because you’re "busy" it’s just going to make your other projects slow down as you become less effective from the strain.

append delete #8. Neolander

“If you counted how many hours you weren’t being productive, you could probably fit a whole other job in there. I certainly know I could.

Personal blogging is maintenance for the soul. If you ignore it because you’re "busy" it’s just going to make your other projects slow down as you become less effective from the strain.”

This is a subject which always puzzles me.

I do let myself "waste" time this way regularly. This is the time I spend commenting on various websites and forums, watching youtube videos, chatting with friends about weather and food, etc. And I know it's necessary.

But I can't control this time. It's almost defined this way. Giving up control on myself, letting me go.

And I regularly look at all this time and think that it could have been better employed. If only...

Well, anyway, the thing is, I don't know if I would do personal blogging during such time. Centralizing things and posting them in one place takes some effort, and during this "zombie" time I can't provide any effort.

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