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threeplusfire) wrote2011-02-10 08:28 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2011-02-10 08:28 pm
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Writing is a little slower while I adjust to the split keyboard. I can't touch type the way they teach you in school but over time I've sort of learned and so I'm having to adjust to a new shape. It isn't too bad though. I bought the Microsoft keyboard and it has proven quite comfortable. Now if I can just learn to mouse with both my left and right hands easily, I will be set.
I'm tired of being cold. The cold is so dry. I feel like I'm withering, flaking away in the cold air. I slather on lotion and drink water but it still lurks.
1. I wish I had not ever joined Girl Scouts in some misguided attempt to belong. It was a bad idea and I knew it from the start but I couldn't back out easily and I was just so angry and frustrated by the entire experience. Getting kicked out was both humiliating and a relief. I was glad I didn't have to go, and furious that they egged my house and called me a Satanist at school. All this because my parents didn't take me to church and I didn't bother to hide it. My mother had the nerve to get mad at me about it.
2. I wish I never had the super painful bike accident that put me off riding forever. I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be in the first place. Lucky for me it was one of the few times I was wearing my helmet, riding a familiar park path too fast. I turned and caught my wheel in the gravel. My bike stopped, but I did not. I catapulted over the handlebars and skidded down the path. I cracked my helmet, tore up legs and punched a good size hole in my right hand. I didn't tell my mother about the injury for days and had to go to minor emergency. There's a piece of gravel embedded in my palm. The doctor said it would work its way out (!!) eventually. Well, that was seventeen years ago. I still have it. I was afraid I would cripple my hand and not be able to write. The accident put me off riding and I never regained the free, effortless feeling. The idea of riding a bike these days makes me feel a little queasy.
3. I wish I had not overdosed while wearing my favorite clothes. They cut them off me in the ambulance and threw them away. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
4. I wish I had not been so careless and destructive with the costume jewelry my great grandmother gave me to play with as a kid. They probably would not have ever been worth anything, but there was some beautiful stuff that I just lost over the years. My favorites were the rhinestone covered fruits and the cloisonne unicorn pendant. I used them to model elaborate treasure hoards guarded by mythical beasts and looted by adventurers.
5. I wish I had not been a judgmental jerk to someone who liked me when I was a teenager, choosing instead to date someone who was terrible for me. I look back on that now and feel like such a heel, recognizing my snobbery and intent to prove I was higher than someone on the social ladder at least.
6. I wish I had never worked in the horrible pet store. While it gave me the hilarious monkey story, it was an awful thing. It made me hate working forever and when I quit the manager fired me for quitting. Because the girlfriend of a friend helped me get the job, she freaked out on me and was incredibly hateful, causing a significant rift in relationships with my very small circle of friends at the time. All that without even delving into working with an insane monkey and assorted other horrors. Five dollars an hour, four ten hour days a week. Horrible.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win my heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment
I'm tired of being cold. The cold is so dry. I feel like I'm withering, flaking away in the cold air. I slather on lotion and drink water but it still lurks.
1. I wish I had not ever joined Girl Scouts in some misguided attempt to belong. It was a bad idea and I knew it from the start but I couldn't back out easily and I was just so angry and frustrated by the entire experience. Getting kicked out was both humiliating and a relief. I was glad I didn't have to go, and furious that they egged my house and called me a Satanist at school. All this because my parents didn't take me to church and I didn't bother to hide it. My mother had the nerve to get mad at me about it.
2. I wish I never had the super painful bike accident that put me off riding forever. I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be in the first place. Lucky for me it was one of the few times I was wearing my helmet, riding a familiar park path too fast. I turned and caught my wheel in the gravel. My bike stopped, but I did not. I catapulted over the handlebars and skidded down the path. I cracked my helmet, tore up legs and punched a good size hole in my right hand. I didn't tell my mother about the injury for days and had to go to minor emergency. There's a piece of gravel embedded in my palm. The doctor said it would work its way out (!!) eventually. Well, that was seventeen years ago. I still have it. I was afraid I would cripple my hand and not be able to write. The accident put me off riding and I never regained the free, effortless feeling. The idea of riding a bike these days makes me feel a little queasy.
3. I wish I had not overdosed while wearing my favorite clothes. They cut them off me in the ambulance and threw them away. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
4. I wish I had not been so careless and destructive with the costume jewelry my great grandmother gave me to play with as a kid. They probably would not have ever been worth anything, but there was some beautiful stuff that I just lost over the years. My favorites were the rhinestone covered fruits and the cloisonne unicorn pendant. I used them to model elaborate treasure hoards guarded by mythical beasts and looted by adventurers.
5. I wish I had not been a judgmental jerk to someone who liked me when I was a teenager, choosing instead to date someone who was terrible for me. I look back on that now and feel like such a heel, recognizing my snobbery and intent to prove I was higher than someone on the social ladder at least.
6. I wish I had never worked in the horrible pet store. While it gave me the hilarious monkey story, it was an awful thing. It made me hate working forever and when I quit the manager fired me for quitting. Because the girlfriend of a friend helped me get the job, she freaked out on me and was incredibly hateful, causing a significant rift in relationships with my very small circle of friends at the time. All that without even delving into working with an insane monkey and assorted other horrors. Five dollars an hour, four ten hour days a week. Horrible.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win my heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment
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Non-dominant-hand mouse use, however--I never have been able to do that. I compromised by getting a trackball (Logitech FTW, nobody else has a CLUE). At least that keeps me from hyperextending my elbow.
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I have yet to like a mouse more than anything by Logitech.
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i get and appreciate the fact that girl scouts was established as sort of a separate but equal version of the boy scouts, but really. when i think of the word 'scout'... i have a certain set of associations. selling cookies isn't one of them! and why does sex ed need to be a part if it? i'm all for it in school and everything, but fuck it, who cares when you just want to weave a damn basket and go on a camping trip!? all it did was make me feel incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. and sad, actually. it must have been the way they were talking about it themselves: falsely cheerful, and beyond the fakeness, the glaringly obvious fact that they were uncertain, uncomfortable about this 'fact of life.' unaware of any possible deeper meaning, and how to explain it except for that "it happens." you're bleeding. it's not cheerful. and in many societies the mystical aspect, the mystery itself has been repressed. trivialized into nothing more than a physiological process... i don't know more than anyone else, what it meant. maybe our tribal ancestors had more of an awareness of it.
anyway, did they kick you out because you didn't go to church?
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Yeah, the church thing was pretty much it. They told my mother I wasn't a good fit and I was asked not to come back after I had a pretty heated confrontation with some of the girls about not going to church. No adult ever came right out and said it, but it was made pretty obvious. They egged my house and told everyone at school I was a Satanist because I didn't go to church or want to go.
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god that is terrible though... should have sued the girl scouts!!! then sacrificed their cookies in your satanic rites.
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I have to ask: what's the hilarious monkey story?
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Due tot he fact our store was next to a grocery store, people would leave their kids with us all the time. Unsupervised brats ran around and would stop to watch the monkey furiously jerking off. The kids would ask what it was doing and I would tell them to ask their parents. No way was I going to explain that.