on pictures and pain and other stuff
It seems like everyone else in my age group has way more "chilling" photos with friends than I do. A good part of this is probably because other people "chill" with others more than I do, but even when I do hang out with friends, it rarely seems like anything that's photo-worthy. Or I'd rather be doing the shit than taking pictures of it.
I'm also apprehensive about being all, "HEY! LET'S TAKE A PICTURE!" because it seems like the people I hang out with are the sort who detest having their picture taken, because they always think they look like hell, so they'll stick a bag or their hand over their face and ruin the photo.
I hate people like that. I'm no model by any means and I'll still let people take my picture if they want to, even if I haven't showered or brushed my teeth, or whatever. I don't give a shit. People need to chill and not be so uptight about looking sexy in pictures or whatever.
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One thing I come across a lot, being in piercing communities here on LJ and just being interested in body modifications in general, is newbies asking me, "Did that HURT?" or "how MUCH did that hurt?" or silly, completely subjective things like "what's the worst pain you've ever felt in your LIFE?"
I have to say, these questions annoy the hell out of me.
I've had lots of instances in my life where I've experienced physical pain, and to me, ANY time I'm in physical pain it feels like the worst pain in my life. I remember feeling like I was on the verge of death after a couple of my surgeries, but I can't remember what that pain feels like. Obviously there's some kind of rating scale and, say, bumping my head isn't as bad as just coming out of the operating room... but it all hurts and it all seems fairly equally painful while you're experiencing it, and then it's over and the memory fades. I think that's even like, some scientifically-recognized phenomenon of the human body: that it deletes memories of pain. Don't quote me on that, though.
So, yeah. Wimpy bitches, quit worrying about the pain factor of piercings and such. If you want it badly enough, just go do it. ;)
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I don't feel like I'm writing quite like I used to and I'm not sure if I like it or not.
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I'm feeling a little maladjusted because I have a car now and I have impending bills to pay and impending adulthood to experience. It's freaking me out a little bit. My mom keeps calling the car dealership to request all this shit that she thinks they should have provided for me, because she and her family are obsessed with squeezing everything you can get out of everybody. "You paid them all that money for the car, you oughta get something out of it!" Yeah, Mom. I got the CAR. Admittedly the car didn't come with an owner's manual, and I do need that, but SHE had to go and call and talk to the guy and tell him to order it for me. I guess next she's planning on calling and asking for a free touch-up job on the paint. (There are a couple of small scratches on the sides of the car.)
This is so embarrassing and makes me feel like a little kid. But I can't say anything to her because I'll just get reprimanded for "not sticking up for myself" and being "scared".
How am I ever going to learn to stick up for myself if the only reason I'm doing it is because she tells me to? And moreso, how am I going to learn to do it if she goes ahead and does it for me in the first place? So annoying. She can't seem to grasp that I have to learn my own lessons, not hers, not anybody else's. I really feel as though I become less the longer I hang around here. *sigh* That makes me kind of sad.
...I'd better go read and get some sleep before I brood about this any longer than I have already. Haha.
I'm also apprehensive about being all, "HEY! LET'S TAKE A PICTURE!" because it seems like the people I hang out with are the sort who detest having their picture taken, because they always think they look like hell, so they'll stick a bag or their hand over their face and ruin the photo.
I hate people like that. I'm no model by any means and I'll still let people take my picture if they want to, even if I haven't showered or brushed my teeth, or whatever. I don't give a shit. People need to chill and not be so uptight about looking sexy in pictures or whatever.
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One thing I come across a lot, being in piercing communities here on LJ and just being interested in body modifications in general, is newbies asking me, "Did that HURT?" or "how MUCH did that hurt?" or silly, completely subjective things like "what's the worst pain you've ever felt in your LIFE?"
I have to say, these questions annoy the hell out of me.
I've had lots of instances in my life where I've experienced physical pain, and to me, ANY time I'm in physical pain it feels like the worst pain in my life. I remember feeling like I was on the verge of death after a couple of my surgeries, but I can't remember what that pain feels like. Obviously there's some kind of rating scale and, say, bumping my head isn't as bad as just coming out of the operating room... but it all hurts and it all seems fairly equally painful while you're experiencing it, and then it's over and the memory fades. I think that's even like, some scientifically-recognized phenomenon of the human body: that it deletes memories of pain. Don't quote me on that, though.
So, yeah. Wimpy bitches, quit worrying about the pain factor of piercings and such. If you want it badly enough, just go do it. ;)
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I don't feel like I'm writing quite like I used to and I'm not sure if I like it or not.
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I'm feeling a little maladjusted because I have a car now and I have impending bills to pay and impending adulthood to experience. It's freaking me out a little bit. My mom keeps calling the car dealership to request all this shit that she thinks they should have provided for me, because she and her family are obsessed with squeezing everything you can get out of everybody. "You paid them all that money for the car, you oughta get something out of it!" Yeah, Mom. I got the CAR. Admittedly the car didn't come with an owner's manual, and I do need that, but SHE had to go and call and talk to the guy and tell him to order it for me. I guess next she's planning on calling and asking for a free touch-up job on the paint. (There are a couple of small scratches on the sides of the car.)
This is so embarrassing and makes me feel like a little kid. But I can't say anything to her because I'll just get reprimanded for "not sticking up for myself" and being "scared".
How am I ever going to learn to stick up for myself if the only reason I'm doing it is because she tells me to? And moreso, how am I going to learn to do it if she goes ahead and does it for me in the first place? So annoying. She can't seem to grasp that I have to learn my own lessons, not hers, not anybody else's. I really feel as though I become less the longer I hang around here. *sigh* That makes me kind of sad.
...I'd better go read and get some sleep before I brood about this any longer than I have already. Haha.