Compassion
It was interesting. An old quasi-friend from high school told me today, after I told her that I was having a birthday party with wine and margaritas (she must have thought I was a teetotaler), that she "loves me now." She proceeded to say how in high school I was so quiet and that she didn't think I would do something like that.
It just struck a kind of funny chord in me. I by no means drink to be better liked or accepted by people. In fact, I've kind of found that (to an extent), the more people drink, the less I tend to like them. Granted, I really do love it when friends will come over for a drink or two, and I really look forward to going out with friends for a night on the town. But a few drinks is really where it stops for me. I don't enjoy being around people who have had more than just a few drinks. And I haven't enjoyed myself when I've had more than a few drinks. And although after the events of the past few months I've liked/had more fun with the friends who drink, it's not necessarily because they drink but because they seem more accepting of who I am overall. (Note that you do not have to do what someone does to accept her or him.)
In all, maybe it was just the way this friend worded it, but I didn't really take that as a compliment. I don't want to ever have to earn someone's love.
On a grander note, compassion seems to be a big theme for me lately. Not that I feel that I've mastered it by any means, but it is something that I want to define me. And today I felt this blissful moment in which I felt compassion toward people that I haven't felt in a long time. It felt happier, more understanding, and more at peace with people. It lasted a good part of the day. And it started with trying to feel that way toward myself. I think that often we are the hardest on ourselves, and when we are so harsh on ourselves, it makes it harder and harder to show kind and positive qualities toward others. I'm starting to read a book that talks about this. I am really excited to read more of it. For a while I've felt like I've been a little selfish, but I haven't really known how to change. I guess that change usually happens more easily and permanently when we take baby steps rather than huge leaps (just read the book "One Small Step"). It felt so good today to look to others first and then myself. I think that perhaps the more compassion one has in her life, the more happiness one will also have.
Haha, anyway, this all seems like a little bit of a hodge podge of thoughts, but that's what's been on my mind. It's funny, I want so much to be compassionate, yet I'm not sure I could give you a good definition of it. Here's the one from my computer Oxford American dictionary: sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. Yet to me, compassion has a broader connotation. It conveys not only feeling pity and concern, but actually doing something to change and improve another's suffering. It is selflessness and an "unconditional friendliness" (as Pema Chodron would say) toward oneself and others. "Unconditional friendliness." I like that.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
This evening I'm listening to "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys. It is such a beautiful, innocent, yet sincere song. With my thoughts especially during this last week, the song makes me think more of friends instead of love. This week I have run the whole gamut of emotions, anywhere from being down, sad, depressed, furious with nearly anyone (even though generally undeserved, but don't worry--it wasn't toward anyone who would be reading this!), ecstatically happy, thankful, mellow...you get the drift. A lot of it might be hormones, but another big part of it is due to my disappointments with people and my social life lately. However, this song, especially after a dear old friend, Helen, and I hung out today, reminded me of those once in a lifetime friends that "God only knows what I'd be without you." It's so wonderful to still have someone who will let me cry to her and hold me and accept me for who I am at this very moment. I guess the biggest part of my misery of the past few days was due to feeling like all of those people were very far away. Cara and Kelly, I have to tell you that God only knows what I'd be without you. It might have taken over a semester for me to figure out how much a girl needs people like that, but I'm so thankful that you've been in my life and that you haven't left even though I've moved. You are truly once in a lifetime friends, and I would rather lose a piece of myself than lose you two. Because if I lost your friendships, I know I would lose a vital part of me. I could never thank you enough for being there, being you, caring, and loving, but I wanted to at least say something to try to express how much I appreciate you.
Thanks also to the friends who maybe haven't been around for long enough to be that close, but your kindness also has been so touching and encouraging. (Martha, you come to mind.) Thank you.
Thanks also to the friends who maybe haven't been around for long enough to be that close, but your kindness also has been so touching and encouraging. (Martha, you come to mind.) Thank you.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Questions people never think to ask
(I've been kind of into these cheesy questionaires lately, haha)
While driving down the road, and looking for an address, do you turn the radio down?
Yes, if it's not already off. I enjoy having the radio off more than the average person. It helps me be a little bit more still and gives me precious time to think.
Pretend you are a really good cook, what meal would you make?
Whatever was the heart's desire of the person for whom I was cooking.
What is your favorite piece of clothing in your closet?
Today it is my sexy royal blue spaghetti strap shirt from Express.
Why?
It is the most amazing color.
If you could quit your job right now, and be anything you wanted, what would it be?
Establishing schools for the deaf in places that have few or none, building a trust fund to provide scholarships to deaf children from families who can't afford to provide them with an education, and perhaps teach deaf kids, too.
What do you think of when you look at the stars?
Love. The stars seem so romantic. Also God.
When you add someone into your cell phone, do you use their real name, or their nickname?
Real name, first and last. I can't tell you how many Jessicas I know, I can't have loose ones floating around.
If you use their real name, do you add their last name?
Yep.
If you could say ONE THING to the president, what would it be?
I don't think I could find a phrase to say to him.
If you could meet ANY president, dead or not, who would it be?
Harry S Truman
Why?
I would want to ask him if he had it all to do over again if he would have dropped the atomic bombs.
If you could get rid of the holiday season, would you?
No.
Why?
It at least promotes the doing of good and helping those in need.
IF you could go to any state, which one would you go to and why?
Today, the seaside among Maines rocky cliffs dotted with white light houses. Nobody needs a why.
Would you ever get a personalized license plate?
Probably not; I'm a little cheap for that.
If yes, would would it say?
Something cool like "vidapoetica." Maybe that's too long for a license plate, but you get the pic.
If you could go back to college, what would you major in?
Deaf Education. Or maybe Sign Language Interpreting.
Before you go to sleep at night, what do you think of?
If I don't fall asleep before I start thinking, I often wonder about God and Christianity and what I really believe. Sometimes it'll be questions like, "Would I marry Shawn?" or "What do I really want to be when I grow up?" I think it's usually intense questions because during the day they sometimes are stifled.
What is your favorite kind of weather?
Sunny days make me happiest, but I do love the occasional warm, rainy day where I can sit on my porch, write poetry, and watch the wet world go by.
Do you find it a bit unnerving doctors call what they do practice?
Never thought of it that way before. No, I think I have more important realities to worry about.
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
Naked!! (Naked sounds happier.)
(I've been kind of into these cheesy questionaires lately, haha)
While driving down the road, and looking for an address, do you turn the radio down?
Yes, if it's not already off. I enjoy having the radio off more than the average person. It helps me be a little bit more still and gives me precious time to think.
Pretend you are a really good cook, what meal would you make?
Whatever was the heart's desire of the person for whom I was cooking.
What is your favorite piece of clothing in your closet?
Today it is my sexy royal blue spaghetti strap shirt from Express.
Why?
It is the most amazing color.
If you could quit your job right now, and be anything you wanted, what would it be?
Establishing schools for the deaf in places that have few or none, building a trust fund to provide scholarships to deaf children from families who can't afford to provide them with an education, and perhaps teach deaf kids, too.
What do you think of when you look at the stars?
Love. The stars seem so romantic. Also God.
When you add someone into your cell phone, do you use their real name, or their nickname?
Real name, first and last. I can't tell you how many Jessicas I know, I can't have loose ones floating around.
If you use their real name, do you add their last name?
Yep.
If you could say ONE THING to the president, what would it be?
I don't think I could find a phrase to say to him.
If you could meet ANY president, dead or not, who would it be?
Harry S Truman
Why?
I would want to ask him if he had it all to do over again if he would have dropped the atomic bombs.
If you could get rid of the holiday season, would you?
No.
Why?
It at least promotes the doing of good and helping those in need.
IF you could go to any state, which one would you go to and why?
Today, the seaside among Maines rocky cliffs dotted with white light houses. Nobody needs a why.
Would you ever get a personalized license plate?
Probably not; I'm a little cheap for that.
If yes, would would it say?
Something cool like "vidapoetica." Maybe that's too long for a license plate, but you get the pic.
If you could go back to college, what would you major in?
Deaf Education. Or maybe Sign Language Interpreting.
Before you go to sleep at night, what do you think of?
If I don't fall asleep before I start thinking, I often wonder about God and Christianity and what I really believe. Sometimes it'll be questions like, "Would I marry Shawn?" or "What do I really want to be when I grow up?" I think it's usually intense questions because during the day they sometimes are stifled.
What is your favorite kind of weather?
Sunny days make me happiest, but I do love the occasional warm, rainy day where I can sit on my porch, write poetry, and watch the wet world go by.
Do you find it a bit unnerving doctors call what they do practice?
Never thought of it that way before. No, I think I have more important realities to worry about.
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
Naked!! (Naked sounds happier.)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
A Doormat No More
I'm sick of shit from people. (And I don't often curse. I think it's usually trashy and uncalled-for when people curse often.)
Recently, I read in a book* that people who hold in their emotions are more likely to develop cancer. The author states that most cancer patients are considered by friends and family to be the nicest, sweetest, most easy-going people in the world. In plain terms, it's just plain healthier to let people know what you really think. This knowledge really hit me, because I've always thought of myself and been described by others in those terms. I certainly do not want to get cancer. Granted, I also do not want to morph into a bitch. But it seems that the general verdict is that, in reality, people prefer people with their own ideas, beliefs, and opions to having doormats as friends.
I liked Kelly's post of "What I Am Not," and I think that this would be a good opportunity to share that information.
What I Am Not:
1. A person with nerves of steel. I am thin-skinned. I get my feelings hurt easily. And when that happens, I often distance myself from people.
2. The most devout Christian in the world. In fact, I have skipped Church quite a few times in the past months. To be transparently honest, I just don't know if I believe it's true. I don't renounce it. But I also don't know if I can put my name behind it right now. And I'm utterly sick of the religious police** pestering me with the question, "So did you go to church this Sunday?" or a variation: "Have you found a church you like?" This question makes me uncomfortable even talking with someone. In truth, most of the churches I have been to lately make me want to walk out in the middle of the service. They strike me as extremely close-minded, judgemental, hard-hearted, uncompassionate, and dogmatic. In the words of one particularly infuriating pastor (who I actually walked out on): "We don't want to be like THOSE liberals or THOSE politicians!" How can I honestly give my time and money and connect my name with a church whose main leader says things like that!! And how can I really want to be a Christian, when my closest Christian friends can't even take one morning off of Sunday school to hang out with me, someone having her doubts about the faith?!! (They're apparently too busy to hang out with me the rest of the month.)
3. (In Kelly's words) A teetotaler. I like the occasional drink. Has it turned me into a monster? Last time I checked, I haven't grown a third eye, or sprouted green fur around my midrift, or rampaged the town sleeping with every guy I know (I'm a virgin, in fact, by choice and not chance). Are all my friends sleezebuckets? Aside from the ones who distance themselves from me because I don't hold their beliefs to a T, I would say that that I have some of the most wonderful friends a person could ask for.
4. The most confident person in the world. I may erase this post within hours of posting it for fear of being judged. Why must people so often let ideas unnecessarily distance themselves from each other? (Just watch "V for Vendetta" to see what I mean.) But I feel like all this cannot go unsaid any longer. I'm trying to become more confident, more expressive, more myself--whoever that may be. Isn't that what we're all looking for, in a way? I think a lot of seemingly confident people are just good pretenders.
5. A gay/lesbian hater. If I moved to a country that doesn't accept Christians, or white people, or women, or poets, I would want them to let me do what I wanted to do, even if they thought it was wrong. I would want them to allow me to marry, walk on the streets, buy dresses, and write poetry to my heart's content. Even if only behind locked doors. And I wouldn't drag a victim off the street and force them to write poetry under my watchful eye! Whether I do or do not agree that same-sex marriage is really marriage, I feel I have no right to tell people what to do with their lives. And I do not believe that gays and lesbians are horrible, corruptive people. I do not believe that our society will fall apart by allowing one group of people to live and love as they see fit, as long as they aren't hurting others in the process.
Those are probably the most important aspects of what I am not. I could write frou-frou things like, "I am not a pink-loving girly-girl" or "I am not a sports enthusiast," which are both true, but I'm in too much of an in-your-face mood for that. And, those aren't so much who I am, they're just almost meaningless personal preferences that you probably don't care about anyway.
I feel like for months I've been tiptoeing around, trying to hide certain aspects of my views and personality from people for fear of making waves. I'm done with that. Or at least I am going to try hard to not be like that again. I'd rather have 5 true friends who accept me for who I really am, than 25 acquaintances who I have to walk on eggshells to be close to.
*The book is "Light His Fire" by Ellen Kreidman, a book EVERY woman should read--you can order it from Barnes & Noble for $7.50. There is a male version entitled "Light Her Fire."
**Mom, I know you ask me this question occasionally, and I IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM think that you are the religious police. You ask with the kindest of hearts, not the jump-to-judgement manner of so many people I know.
I'm sick of shit from people. (And I don't often curse. I think it's usually trashy and uncalled-for when people curse often.)
Recently, I read in a book* that people who hold in their emotions are more likely to develop cancer. The author states that most cancer patients are considered by friends and family to be the nicest, sweetest, most easy-going people in the world. In plain terms, it's just plain healthier to let people know what you really think. This knowledge really hit me, because I've always thought of myself and been described by others in those terms. I certainly do not want to get cancer. Granted, I also do not want to morph into a bitch. But it seems that the general verdict is that, in reality, people prefer people with their own ideas, beliefs, and opions to having doormats as friends.
I liked Kelly's post of "What I Am Not," and I think that this would be a good opportunity to share that information.
What I Am Not:
1. A person with nerves of steel. I am thin-skinned. I get my feelings hurt easily. And when that happens, I often distance myself from people.
2. The most devout Christian in the world. In fact, I have skipped Church quite a few times in the past months. To be transparently honest, I just don't know if I believe it's true. I don't renounce it. But I also don't know if I can put my name behind it right now. And I'm utterly sick of the religious police** pestering me with the question, "So did you go to church this Sunday?" or a variation: "Have you found a church you like?" This question makes me uncomfortable even talking with someone. In truth, most of the churches I have been to lately make me want to walk out in the middle of the service. They strike me as extremely close-minded, judgemental, hard-hearted, uncompassionate, and dogmatic. In the words of one particularly infuriating pastor (who I actually walked out on): "We don't want to be like THOSE liberals or THOSE politicians!" How can I honestly give my time and money and connect my name with a church whose main leader says things like that!! And how can I really want to be a Christian, when my closest Christian friends can't even take one morning off of Sunday school to hang out with me, someone having her doubts about the faith?!! (They're apparently too busy to hang out with me the rest of the month.)
3. (In Kelly's words) A teetotaler. I like the occasional drink. Has it turned me into a monster? Last time I checked, I haven't grown a third eye, or sprouted green fur around my midrift, or rampaged the town sleeping with every guy I know (I'm a virgin, in fact, by choice and not chance). Are all my friends sleezebuckets? Aside from the ones who distance themselves from me because I don't hold their beliefs to a T, I would say that that I have some of the most wonderful friends a person could ask for.
4. The most confident person in the world. I may erase this post within hours of posting it for fear of being judged. Why must people so often let ideas unnecessarily distance themselves from each other? (Just watch "V for Vendetta" to see what I mean.) But I feel like all this cannot go unsaid any longer. I'm trying to become more confident, more expressive, more myself--whoever that may be. Isn't that what we're all looking for, in a way? I think a lot of seemingly confident people are just good pretenders.
5. A gay/lesbian hater. If I moved to a country that doesn't accept Christians, or white people, or women, or poets, I would want them to let me do what I wanted to do, even if they thought it was wrong. I would want them to allow me to marry, walk on the streets, buy dresses, and write poetry to my heart's content. Even if only behind locked doors. And I wouldn't drag a victim off the street and force them to write poetry under my watchful eye! Whether I do or do not agree that same-sex marriage is really marriage, I feel I have no right to tell people what to do with their lives. And I do not believe that gays and lesbians are horrible, corruptive people. I do not believe that our society will fall apart by allowing one group of people to live and love as they see fit, as long as they aren't hurting others in the process.
Those are probably the most important aspects of what I am not. I could write frou-frou things like, "I am not a pink-loving girly-girl" or "I am not a sports enthusiast," which are both true, but I'm in too much of an in-your-face mood for that. And, those aren't so much who I am, they're just almost meaningless personal preferences that you probably don't care about anyway.
I feel like for months I've been tiptoeing around, trying to hide certain aspects of my views and personality from people for fear of making waves. I'm done with that. Or at least I am going to try hard to not be like that again. I'd rather have 5 true friends who accept me for who I really am, than 25 acquaintances who I have to walk on eggshells to be close to.
*The book is "Light His Fire" by Ellen Kreidman, a book EVERY woman should read--you can order it from Barnes & Noble for $7.50. There is a male version entitled "Light Her Fire."
**Mom, I know you ask me this question occasionally, and I IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM think that you are the religious police. You ask with the kindest of hearts, not the jump-to-judgement manner of so many people I know.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Tonight I feel exquisitely happy.
There are those rare times that you come to a mutual understanding with the people closest to you; moments of connection.
I wish it could last forever--feeling so close to someone, so understood.
In the famous lines from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:
Clementine: "This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon."
Joel: "I know."
Clementine: "What do we do?"
Joel: "Enjoy it."
Sometimes I think we get so wrapped up in agendas and plans and getting the boxes checked that we forget to just sit back for a moment and enjoy life for what it's worth. Not to say that life is all about happiness. Sometimes we must forego our own happiness for the good of others and/or ourselves. But many times I think that people unnecessarily deprive themselves of simple happiness that can be found in the small moments, such as not letting oneself get excited about something that has the potential to happen. Some people won't let themselves get happy about potentials because they are afraid that their hopes will be crushed. I think it's better to enjoy that moment in time. Your hopes may or may not get crushed. Will it really change things that much to enjoy the happiness before you?
Life's too short to not be as romantic as possible. Life's too short to build concrete boxes for buildings instead of elegant Gaudí architecture. Life's too short to not enjoy as much of it as you can. They really aren't kidding when they tell you to live each day as if it were your last. Of course a little consideration for the future must be taken into account, but if you're not going to worry about it 5 years from now, what's the use worrying about it at all? Ask yourself: Would I do what I'm doing right now for no pay? If not, what would I want to do the rest of my life for absolutely no pay? Why am I not doing it?
There's this great book called "Light His Fire" by Ellen Kreidman. She also writes a book for men called "Light Her Fire." I highly suggest them. Not only to they give you insight into relationships, but they help you better understand yourself.
So why are you waiting to do whatever it is that makes you come alive? As cliché as it may be, today is the first day of the rest of your life.
There are those rare times that you come to a mutual understanding with the people closest to you; moments of connection.
I wish it could last forever--feeling so close to someone, so understood.
In the famous lines from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:
Clementine: "This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon."
Joel: "I know."
Clementine: "What do we do?"
Joel: "Enjoy it."
Sometimes I think we get so wrapped up in agendas and plans and getting the boxes checked that we forget to just sit back for a moment and enjoy life for what it's worth. Not to say that life is all about happiness. Sometimes we must forego our own happiness for the good of others and/or ourselves. But many times I think that people unnecessarily deprive themselves of simple happiness that can be found in the small moments, such as not letting oneself get excited about something that has the potential to happen. Some people won't let themselves get happy about potentials because they are afraid that their hopes will be crushed. I think it's better to enjoy that moment in time. Your hopes may or may not get crushed. Will it really change things that much to enjoy the happiness before you?
Life's too short to not be as romantic as possible. Life's too short to build concrete boxes for buildings instead of elegant Gaudí architecture. Life's too short to not enjoy as much of it as you can. They really aren't kidding when they tell you to live each day as if it were your last. Of course a little consideration for the future must be taken into account, but if you're not going to worry about it 5 years from now, what's the use worrying about it at all? Ask yourself: Would I do what I'm doing right now for no pay? If not, what would I want to do the rest of my life for absolutely no pay? Why am I not doing it?
There's this great book called "Light His Fire" by Ellen Kreidman. She also writes a book for men called "Light Her Fire." I highly suggest them. Not only to they give you insight into relationships, but they help you better understand yourself.
So why are you waiting to do whatever it is that makes you come alive? As cliché as it may be, today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Threes
Three things that scare me:
having the people I love the most walk away
getting it all wrong about religion and misleading others
walking on drain grates and looking down into the mucky abyss below
Three people who make me laugh:
Shawn
my dad
Jess
Three things I hate the most:
suffering and its causes, especially if unnecessary
people sleeping around (it just makes me furious for some reason--people sell themselves short)
not feeling at peace
Three things I don't understand:
math & science (they're kind of connected)
men
why people kill each other or wish someone else ill
Three things I'm doing right now:
listening to the rain
thinking of previous events
typing this
Three things I want to do before I die:
be as compassionate as possible
adopt a deaf kid
live overseas
work in a job helping people
publish a poem, or at least write one worthy of publication
(I can't pick just 3 things!)
*Let me also take a moment to say that while it is wonderful to have big or little dreams and work toward them, it is also so important to live in the now. I never want my desire for my dreams to steal any of the joy I could experience living today.
Three things I can do:
eat ice cream every night and not get sick of it
comfort people
speak Spanish and do sign language
Three ways to describe my personality:
(hopefully) kind
introverted
resourceful
Three things I can't do:
walk on my hands
scuba dive (I'd love to learn)
the splits
Three things I think you should listen to:
"I will follow you into the dark" by Death Cab for Cutie
"What hurts the most" by Rascall Flatts (this one song converted me to country music!)
"She will be loved" by Maroon 5
Three things you should never listen to:
that derrogatory voice that lives inside us all
people who tell you to go against what you know deep inside to be right
the Mountain Goatherds (at least I think that's their name--I try to forget)
Three things I'd like to learn:
to scuba dive
how to make killer mixed drinks
progress in the things I'm already learning (how to write one mean poem, become fluent in American Sign Language, improve my Spanish, etc.)
okay, four, learn Japanese, French, or Mandarin Chinese
Three favorite foods:
ice cream. (ask Cara and she'll tell you)
black olives
seaweed salad (wakame, I think it's called)
Three beverages I drink regularly:
water. I am, in fact, a camel.
milk
margaritas and Boone's Farm (Boone's Farm being one of the few instances of cheap alcohol being worth one's time)
Three shows I watched as a kid:
Lassie
I Dream of Genie
the Wonder Years
Wishbone
Three things that scare me:
having the people I love the most walk away
getting it all wrong about religion and misleading others
walking on drain grates and looking down into the mucky abyss below
Three people who make me laugh:
Shawn
my dad
Jess
Three things I hate the most:
suffering and its causes, especially if unnecessary
people sleeping around (it just makes me furious for some reason--people sell themselves short)
not feeling at peace
Three things I don't understand:
math & science (they're kind of connected)
men
why people kill each other or wish someone else ill
Three things I'm doing right now:
listening to the rain
thinking of previous events
typing this
Three things I want to do before I die:
be as compassionate as possible
adopt a deaf kid
live overseas
work in a job helping people
publish a poem, or at least write one worthy of publication
(I can't pick just 3 things!)
*Let me also take a moment to say that while it is wonderful to have big or little dreams and work toward them, it is also so important to live in the now. I never want my desire for my dreams to steal any of the joy I could experience living today.
Three things I can do:
eat ice cream every night and not get sick of it
comfort people
speak Spanish and do sign language
Three ways to describe my personality:
(hopefully) kind
introverted
resourceful
Three things I can't do:
walk on my hands
scuba dive (I'd love to learn)
the splits
Three things I think you should listen to:
"I will follow you into the dark" by Death Cab for Cutie
"What hurts the most" by Rascall Flatts (this one song converted me to country music!)
"She will be loved" by Maroon 5
Three things you should never listen to:
that derrogatory voice that lives inside us all
people who tell you to go against what you know deep inside to be right
the Mountain Goatherds (at least I think that's their name--I try to forget)
Three things I'd like to learn:
to scuba dive
how to make killer mixed drinks
progress in the things I'm already learning (how to write one mean poem, become fluent in American Sign Language, improve my Spanish, etc.)
okay, four, learn Japanese, French, or Mandarin Chinese
Three favorite foods:
ice cream. (ask Cara and she'll tell you)
black olives
seaweed salad (wakame, I think it's called)
Three beverages I drink regularly:
water. I am, in fact, a camel.
milk
margaritas and Boone's Farm (Boone's Farm being one of the few instances of cheap alcohol being worth one's time)
Three shows I watched as a kid:
Lassie
I Dream of Genie
the Wonder Years
Wishbone
Thursday, February 08, 2007
6 Weird Details of My Life
Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post telling 6 weird things about him/herself as well as clearly state the rules. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’re tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.
Number 1. I am slightly OCD about recycling. Call me green; I would consider it a compliment, but I MUST recycle any scrap of paper, cardboard, plastic, or aluminum that I encounter. I am not a packrat (unless you ask my dad), but pre-recycled materials tend to build up wherever I am. Whenever I have to get my recycling done, I usually just plan a party so I have to get it all out of sight before anyone sees it. It apalls me that we don't have better recycling services here in the city, as well as in the US in general. I feel that the environment has been greatly neglected especially in the past few centuries. (Don't get me started--what a soapbox!)
2. Okay, this is really weird. But when drying my hands, if one is wet and the other is dry, I have to wet the dry one before I dry them both. I didn't say there is any logic or reasoning behind this, only it just doesn't feel right to not do it, haha.
3. I am a nerd in disguise. Tell me if I'm wrong--I can usually pull off the cool exterior, but deep down I would probably rather be off writing poetry or painting or reading than doing anything that normal young adults do. I'm not a big fan of tv (especially not that Rachael Ray, blech!) and I'm always disappointed with myself when I spend vast amounts of time on the internet. I'm also shy and introverted in reality, but just a good faker at being outgoing.
4. I'm slightly deaf. Not physically, just psychologically. Sometimes I focus so hard on things that I can't even hear what people are saying. Also, I often have to ask men to repeat themselves. People have given me hearing screenings at least twice, and it shows that I can hear better than the average person. When I'm listening.
5. My boyfriend and my roommate start laughing whenever I start talking about him. I'm not sure how it all got started, but I am in love. With the works of Salvador Dalí. I don't fully understand it myself. To the average viewer, it's all freaky-weird. But his work, it speaks poetry to my eyes.
6. Speaking of slightly odd fixations, I also have a celeb crush. I never thought I would be one for having celeb crushes, I mean, why not just focus on the here and now? But this crush is not on just anyone, mind you. No Brad Pitts, Matt Damons, or pretty boys for me. My celeb crush is (You can't tell Shawn, okay?) Alton Brown. Yes, the one off of Food Network. He hosts the show "Good Eats." For a 40+ year old, he is so geeky and brainy and educated and......d r e a m y.......... Okay, maybe "dreamy" isn't quite the word I would use to describe him, but the guy just grows on you. Like a fungus. And he's freakin' hilarious. I once told a lesbian friend about this and she said, "Yeah, Britt, that is kinda creepy." But it was entertaining reading his blogs on Blogger, until some real weirdo hacked them and he took it off.
Did anyone else have a hard time only picking 6 things? Haha. Such is life. My philosophy is that everyone has weird, nerdy parts deep, deep down. Or maybe not so deep. But I think that people really do prefer goofy, fun, weird people to someone who is stiff and sterile. Blah. Give me goofiness or give me sushi, just don't be normal.
Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post telling 6 weird things about him/herself as well as clearly state the rules. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’re tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.
Number 1. I am slightly OCD about recycling. Call me green; I would consider it a compliment, but I MUST recycle any scrap of paper, cardboard, plastic, or aluminum that I encounter. I am not a packrat (unless you ask my dad), but pre-recycled materials tend to build up wherever I am. Whenever I have to get my recycling done, I usually just plan a party so I have to get it all out of sight before anyone sees it. It apalls me that we don't have better recycling services here in the city, as well as in the US in general. I feel that the environment has been greatly neglected especially in the past few centuries. (Don't get me started--what a soapbox!)
2. Okay, this is really weird. But when drying my hands, if one is wet and the other is dry, I have to wet the dry one before I dry them both. I didn't say there is any logic or reasoning behind this, only it just doesn't feel right to not do it, haha.
3. I am a nerd in disguise. Tell me if I'm wrong--I can usually pull off the cool exterior, but deep down I would probably rather be off writing poetry or painting or reading than doing anything that normal young adults do. I'm not a big fan of tv (especially not that Rachael Ray, blech!) and I'm always disappointed with myself when I spend vast amounts of time on the internet. I'm also shy and introverted in reality, but just a good faker at being outgoing.
4. I'm slightly deaf. Not physically, just psychologically. Sometimes I focus so hard on things that I can't even hear what people are saying. Also, I often have to ask men to repeat themselves. People have given me hearing screenings at least twice, and it shows that I can hear better than the average person. When I'm listening.
5. My boyfriend and my roommate start laughing whenever I start talking about him. I'm not sure how it all got started, but I am in love. With the works of Salvador Dalí. I don't fully understand it myself. To the average viewer, it's all freaky-weird. But his work, it speaks poetry to my eyes.
6. Speaking of slightly odd fixations, I also have a celeb crush. I never thought I would be one for having celeb crushes, I mean, why not just focus on the here and now? But this crush is not on just anyone, mind you. No Brad Pitts, Matt Damons, or pretty boys for me. My celeb crush is (You can't tell Shawn, okay?) Alton Brown. Yes, the one off of Food Network. He hosts the show "Good Eats." For a 40+ year old, he is so geeky and brainy and educated and......d r e a m y.......... Okay, maybe "dreamy" isn't quite the word I would use to describe him, but the guy just grows on you. Like a fungus. And he's freakin' hilarious. I once told a lesbian friend about this and she said, "Yeah, Britt, that is kinda creepy." But it was entertaining reading his blogs on Blogger, until some real weirdo hacked them and he took it off.
Did anyone else have a hard time only picking 6 things? Haha. Such is life. My philosophy is that everyone has weird, nerdy parts deep, deep down. Or maybe not so deep. But I think that people really do prefer goofy, fun, weird people to someone who is stiff and sterile. Blah. Give me goofiness or give me sushi, just don't be normal.
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