Hombre que difícil es bloguear.
Es interesante pensar en que puedes escribir tus pensamientos sin censuras, sin límites y simplemente dejarlos ir. Pero la realidad es que tienes unos roles, unas responsabilidades y unos planes que te obligan a definir.
Que tan personal puede ser un blog? o que tan corporativo ?
Hoy en día será simplemente una herramienta más para atraer clientes?
O es una herramienta más para ser humanos?
En todo caso es difícil discernir si bloguear o no, que tema usar, que tan personal ser, que tan real ser.
Aunque debo admitir que tiene su asunto divertido.
domingo, 14 de julio de 2013
Lost in the crowd
There was a huge change this year in how they've arranged everything. It felt quite different, like it was smaller or even messier. I was walking around, trying to figure out the new arrangement when I noticed her. She was trembling in the alley. Listening to the crowd, hiding in her cellphone.
This is my first time here. I've never attended before to this kind of event. It seems different from what I've expected, but how can I know how it should be if this is my first time in here.
Anyway, I've been attending some of the conference sessions, all of them mostly related to my work. Obviously I don't get a thing. It's too hard for me to understand, but don't even think for a second that I'm not smart, I am. But my training doesn't have anything to do with this. All this people seem like Nasa engineers, there's something special about them. They're geeks. Or nerds. Maybe a little bit of both.
I'm not sure how to engage them, how to mingle. They seem intimidated. Probably it's because of my looks. I'm not from here and they know it. I'm not like them and that's obvious.
I've always feel out of place when there's so many people around, and that's odd because I'm able to give them a speech about something I feel passionate about without prior notice. It's easy to know why, when you're giving a speech, you're in control, they don't know anything about what you're going to talk about, and they don't know that you either. But when you're in front of them, well that's certainly different. They expect you to be like them. And, hell no, I'm not like them, in fact I'm yet to find someone like me. Not that I'm special or something, I'm just different. I'm not like the crowd.
When I saw her, I couldn't help noticing the subtle tremble that run all over her body. She felt out of place and that strike me like a lightning. She may be like me. I had to know this girl. I have to understand that smile. Probably I've imagined that, but I'd swear that she was looking at me through the corner of her eye, and she was smiling. Smiling while trembling, and also using her iphone like a defense wall, like a gate to her safe and warm world. I had to know this girl.
And I did. Just for a moment. A deep moment where there was nothing else but the two of us. A moment that felt like it was meant to last forever. A moment that from now on I just have to let disappear and vanished like it wasn't happened at all. Like a burst of tears under the rain. Like someone lost in the crowd.
This is my first time here. I've never attended before to this kind of event. It seems different from what I've expected, but how can I know how it should be if this is my first time in here.
Anyway, I've been attending some of the conference sessions, all of them mostly related to my work. Obviously I don't get a thing. It's too hard for me to understand, but don't even think for a second that I'm not smart, I am. But my training doesn't have anything to do with this. All this people seem like Nasa engineers, there's something special about them. They're geeks. Or nerds. Maybe a little bit of both.
I'm not sure how to engage them, how to mingle. They seem intimidated. Probably it's because of my looks. I'm not from here and they know it. I'm not like them and that's obvious.
I've always feel out of place when there's so many people around, and that's odd because I'm able to give them a speech about something I feel passionate about without prior notice. It's easy to know why, when you're giving a speech, you're in control, they don't know anything about what you're going to talk about, and they don't know that you either. But when you're in front of them, well that's certainly different. They expect you to be like them. And, hell no, I'm not like them, in fact I'm yet to find someone like me. Not that I'm special or something, I'm just different. I'm not like the crowd.
When I saw her, I couldn't help noticing the subtle tremble that run all over her body. She felt out of place and that strike me like a lightning. She may be like me. I had to know this girl. I have to understand that smile. Probably I've imagined that, but I'd swear that she was looking at me through the corner of her eye, and she was smiling. Smiling while trembling, and also using her iphone like a defense wall, like a gate to her safe and warm world. I had to know this girl.
And I did. Just for a moment. A deep moment where there was nothing else but the two of us. A moment that felt like it was meant to last forever. A moment that from now on I just have to let disappear and vanished like it wasn't happened at all. Like a burst of tears under the rain. Like someone lost in the crowd.
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