Friday Five
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1) When does liking someone a lot become loving that person?
When you feel safe enough with them to share your dreams, thoughts, and desires. When you know if you screw up, the opportunity to talk about it will come (sooner or later). Acceptance of the things you know you can't change about the person - that their faults are what make them the person that they are. Or, you know, when you look at them one day and realize it had never been about liking them - it's always been love in some sort or another and your mind finally feels comfortable enough toward them to let you in on what your heart has always known.
2) Is there a job you would do for free, and is it your current job?
If I had separate income, yes. I'd love to work in a museum. Not so much as a guide (which I could do around here for free if I had time), but working down with the artifacts - setting up displays, cleaning, that sort of thing.
Is it my current job - no.
I know some of you are thinking - what about writing? And, the answer is, I don't know. It wasn't the first thing that came to mind for me this morning. Maybe because I do, currently, do it for free and thus I don't equate it with a job even though I approach it as such with assigning writing periods and attempting deadlines....
3) What is one person/thing that inspired you to take action of some sort?
Music inspires me to keep trying this crazy thing called life. Sad but true.
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
~Sad But True, Metallica
4) Though you might not believe in it, would you like fate to exist?
I do to some extent believe fate exists. I just think it's a very fickle thing and better left alone because like everything else, it doesn't take well to be poked at with a stick.
5) What's the kindest thing that anyone has ever done for you?
Oh man, this one is hard. It probably shouldn't be, uh?
I guess it would; let me cry in peace.
People seem to have this odd fascination with "helping" someone who is cry. Either by offering physical comfort in the way of hugs or pats on the shoulder and the like, or by wanting to know what is wrong because they have some odd idea that they can solve the problem. I'm not that great with most people touching me (I need a moderate level of trust before having someone just brush against me doesn't irritate me). And, I can pretty much guarentee that if I've reached the point where I'm crying in public - words are not going to help in any shape or form.
1) When does liking someone a lot become loving that person?
When you feel safe enough with them to share your dreams, thoughts, and desires. When you know if you screw up, the opportunity to talk about it will come (sooner or later). Acceptance of the things you know you can't change about the person - that their faults are what make them the person that they are. Or, you know, when you look at them one day and realize it had never been about liking them - it's always been love in some sort or another and your mind finally feels comfortable enough toward them to let you in on what your heart has always known.
2) Is there a job you would do for free, and is it your current job?
If I had separate income, yes. I'd love to work in a museum. Not so much as a guide (which I could do around here for free if I had time), but working down with the artifacts - setting up displays, cleaning, that sort of thing.
Is it my current job - no.
I know some of you are thinking - what about writing? And, the answer is, I don't know. It wasn't the first thing that came to mind for me this morning. Maybe because I do, currently, do it for free and thus I don't equate it with a job even though I approach it as such with assigning writing periods and attempting deadlines....
3) What is one person/thing that inspired you to take action of some sort?
Music inspires me to keep trying this crazy thing called life. Sad but true.
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
~Sad But True, Metallica
4) Though you might not believe in it, would you like fate to exist?
I do to some extent believe fate exists. I just think it's a very fickle thing and better left alone because like everything else, it doesn't take well to be poked at with a stick.
5) What's the kindest thing that anyone has ever done for you?
Oh man, this one is hard. It probably shouldn't be, uh?
I guess it would; let me cry in peace.
People seem to have this odd fascination with "helping" someone who is cry. Either by offering physical comfort in the way of hugs or pats on the shoulder and the like, or by wanting to know what is wrong because they have some odd idea that they can solve the problem. I'm not that great with most people touching me (I need a moderate level of trust before having someone just brush against me doesn't irritate me). And, I can pretty much guarentee that if I've reached the point where I'm crying in public - words are not going to help in any shape or form.