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Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:30 pmTHE RULES! Each player lists 8 facts or habits about themselves; the rules of the game are to be posted first; at the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people.
1. Habit & Fact, Yuck and Yum: I don't do laundry enough. Like 3 - 6 months later sort of enough. Yuk. Ew. Yuk. I also chew my nails a lot. Chew them bloody. Raw. Multiple bandaids are often needed. As a child I chewed my nails through my retainer - it was hard - but i managed. Yuk. Ew. (and ow). I own a lot of bath products. On any bad day a very specific lilac or lavender scented soap will change my life. This often means that I smell like lilac, lavender, cucumber, honey or rhubarb. This (I am told) is pleasant for others - especially upon hugging.
2. Fact: ~Reiterating Nerak_g--I am the mortal enemy of those who use and chew the hearts of others- I can't tolerate the clumsily brutal, either done unaware or selfishly. Wake up and see what you eat and what is sustaining your life! Beware all you all-consumers and users of other's love or admiration (corpo-commo-crapitalists of various sorts).Terrified of selfishness, I sometimes sway the opposite. As a result, I often get eaten by the emotionally stunted and get overly invested in the fixing of others. Something I am in a very helpful program to try and alleviate some of the heart stompy that i get to endure.
3. Habit:I seem to be a magnet for the unavailable, broken-ness, drama queens, etc. to be the eye in various storms.Or it could just be the artistic temperaments culture's indoctrinated into us.At any rate, I have a habit of gauging too many of my frequencies & emotions and investing them in others rather than standing my own ground.My hardest lesson in life has been of hopelessness, of not being reason enough for someone, or the ability to fix what's wrong.This is evident in my writing life, too, as I push others---though I also push myself very hard--and have great satisfaction in not just creating, but creating space, which seems to be the bigger talent.People often read the latter as part of the former, sometimes true, sometimes not, depends on the moment.getting better. It's a process.Letting go and realizing what's someone else's stuff ---keeping their stuff off me---a constant lesson. (nerak_g - do we live in each others minds i wonder at this point?)
4. Fact: I hide my sad. While the experience of LJ is different for me in this respect - and I think has led to me forming more real and solid friendships, in the real and physical world - I try very hard to not share my sad. There are a number of survival and old pattern sort of reasons for this. But really, showing people in person the underbelly or real just feels too scary and also - it's not a choice. I don't actually know how anymore. Sometimes it happens despite myself but for the most part the sad - it's just for me alone in my car or here in text.
5. Habit: I wipe off countertops. All of the time. When it isn't needed. When they are still in use. Clean and clear countertops are like a healing salve to my mind. Dust, crumbs, clutter, food, crazymaking. Along the same lines - I am obsessed with people using coasters.
6. Fact: I want to own a farm and a bar. This came to me over the weekend. I want a berry farm where there is a u-pick option and we grow strawberries and rhubarb and then I make / sell jam and pies. And I want a bar. A rocking old school dark and friendly sort of place where there is good booze, some decent snacks, a pool table and a good jukebox.
7. Fact: If I could spend my entire paycheck every month only on music I would - and I would never run out of more music that I wanted to hear / support / love.
8. Fact: I love my chosen family because we chose to give a shit and to do anything for each other.
I'm s'posed to tag 8 people. Any 8 is fine, be 1/8th if you want to.
1. Habit & Fact, Yuck and Yum: I don't do laundry enough. Like 3 - 6 months later sort of enough. Yuk. Ew. Yuk. I also chew my nails a lot. Chew them bloody. Raw. Multiple bandaids are often needed. As a child I chewed my nails through my retainer - it was hard - but i managed. Yuk. Ew. (and ow). I own a lot of bath products. On any bad day a very specific lilac or lavender scented soap will change my life. This often means that I smell like lilac, lavender, cucumber, honey or rhubarb. This (I am told) is pleasant for others - especially upon hugging.
2. Fact: ~Reiterating Nerak_g--I am the mortal enemy of those who use and chew the hearts of others- I can't tolerate the clumsily brutal, either done unaware or selfishly. Wake up and see what you eat and what is sustaining your life! Beware all you all-consumers and users of other's love or admiration (corpo-commo-crapitalists of various sorts).Terrified of selfishness, I sometimes sway the opposite. As a result, I often get eaten by the emotionally stunted and get overly invested in the fixing of others. Something I am in a very helpful program to try and alleviate some of the heart stompy that i get to endure.
3. Habit:I seem to be a magnet for the unavailable, broken-ness, drama queens, etc. to be the eye in various storms.Or it could just be the artistic temperaments culture's indoctrinated into us.At any rate, I have a habit of gauging too many of my frequencies & emotions and investing them in others rather than standing my own ground.My hardest lesson in life has been of hopelessness, of not being reason enough for someone, or the ability to fix what's wrong.This is evident in my writing life, too, as I push others---though I also push myself very hard--and have great satisfaction in not just creating, but creating space, which seems to be the bigger talent.People often read the latter as part of the former, sometimes true, sometimes not, depends on the moment.getting better. It's a process.Letting go and realizing what's someone else's stuff ---keeping their stuff off me---a constant lesson. (nerak_g - do we live in each others minds i wonder at this point?)
4. Fact: I hide my sad. While the experience of LJ is different for me in this respect - and I think has led to me forming more real and solid friendships, in the real and physical world - I try very hard to not share my sad. There are a number of survival and old pattern sort of reasons for this. But really, showing people in person the underbelly or real just feels too scary and also - it's not a choice. I don't actually know how anymore. Sometimes it happens despite myself but for the most part the sad - it's just for me alone in my car or here in text.
5. Habit: I wipe off countertops. All of the time. When it isn't needed. When they are still in use. Clean and clear countertops are like a healing salve to my mind. Dust, crumbs, clutter, food, crazymaking. Along the same lines - I am obsessed with people using coasters.
6. Fact: I want to own a farm and a bar. This came to me over the weekend. I want a berry farm where there is a u-pick option and we grow strawberries and rhubarb and then I make / sell jam and pies. And I want a bar. A rocking old school dark and friendly sort of place where there is good booze, some decent snacks, a pool table and a good jukebox.
7. Fact: If I could spend my entire paycheck every month only on music I would - and I would never run out of more music that I wanted to hear / support / love.
8. Fact: I love my chosen family because we chose to give a shit and to do anything for each other.
I'm s'posed to tag 8 people. Any 8 is fine, be 1/8th if you want to.
