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I know I tend to come across very strong, resolute, and in some ways pragmatic. It's been said, in fact, that were I to cleave my own finger off, I would calmly baggie said finger up in ice, wrap my hand up, and drive myself to the hospital while Jason would absolutely lose his shit. It's also been argued that perhaps its'a good thing that I'm so stolid in cases of emergency, since I have to deal with chicken little behaviour every day from various sources. the unfortunate side effect of this is that occasionally I'm more than a little surly.
Amusingly, I'm more than a little spaced and/or "off" the rest of the time, which I hope is a defense mechanism. I hope it's endearing. It does however lead to a conversation that happened somewhere in the back of my mind that made me a little warm and fuzzy. And I quote:
Person A: What is wrong with her?!
Person B: ? that's just Denise. It's the way she is, and we like her that way.
I'm unsure where the conversation comes from, but I have the vague impression I was doing something juvenile at the time, like chasing butterflies, or squealing over something, or maintaining my ineptude at controlling video games. (I point out that this is partly because I don't know what buttons do what on a controller unless it's a game cube, playstation, or super nes/nes. I wasn't given video games as a child, not other than mario, tetris, and duck hunt.)
I'm unsure also why this made me so happy, other than knowing that my world is a little fragile and it making me happy that I perceive people caring for me and my Extreme Dichotomy of personality. I love the idea of people caring for me deeply enough to allow me my delusions (this possibly being one of them) and I hope that no one really minds the terribly affectionate, absent, rambunctious person I know I am sometimes.
Though, now I wonder who it is that my brain decided to cast in the two roles. As it stood, I wasn't paying enough attention. brains are weird.
Amusingly, I'm more than a little spaced and/or "off" the rest of the time, which I hope is a defense mechanism. I hope it's endearing. It does however lead to a conversation that happened somewhere in the back of my mind that made me a little warm and fuzzy. And I quote:
Person A: What is wrong with her?!
Person B: ? that's just Denise. It's the way she is, and we like her that way.
I'm unsure where the conversation comes from, but I have the vague impression I was doing something juvenile at the time, like chasing butterflies, or squealing over something, or maintaining my ineptude at controlling video games. (I point out that this is partly because I don't know what buttons do what on a controller unless it's a game cube, playstation, or super nes/nes. I wasn't given video games as a child, not other than mario, tetris, and duck hunt.)
I'm unsure also why this made me so happy, other than knowing that my world is a little fragile and it making me happy that I perceive people caring for me and my Extreme Dichotomy of personality. I love the idea of people caring for me deeply enough to allow me my delusions (this possibly being one of them) and I hope that no one really minds the terribly affectionate, absent, rambunctious person I know I am sometimes.
Though, now I wonder who it is that my brain decided to cast in the two roles. As it stood, I wasn't paying enough attention. brains are weird.