Gimme 5!
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given
My 5 subjects from lemonwitch:
Calm: I guess she chose this because she thinks I'm a calm person. I suppose I am, too. I imagine a lot of people do, thus contributing to a lot of people thinking I'm a serial killer. I've spent time thinking about why I am the way I am and I have my theory for this. When I was growing up, I got used to the idea of not getting what I wanted. Whether it was a certain toy or karate lessons or going to a movie I wanted to see there often was a reason I wouldn't get it. Not always, but more than 50% of the time it seemed. I also realized that tantrums or arguing or pleading did little to help and that it was a waste of energy. So why get worked up about things. And I think I may have been a bot paranoid about the things I did get. If I showed too much excitement about getting them, I'd lose them. So I tend to remain calm about most things and in most situations. That's probably why my mother thinks I'd be good to have around in an emergency.
Dogs: Since as early as I can remember there has almost always been a dog in the house. I probably learned to walk with the help of Mandy, a Shepherd mix my parents had when I was born. Any dogs we had in the house I'm sure were because my mother wanted them. The string of dogs we had living with us included Mandy and her friend Misty (a Samoyed), Muffy (a "Cockapoo" Terrier), Dory (my uncle's Golden Retriever) and a bunch of her puppies including K.C. who stayed with us for a while, Ren (my Golden Retriever), Finch, and now Obe. I don't know how it happened or why, but it started when we had Muffy. He would sleep up on the bed with me down at the foot of the bed. Then Dory stayed with us when she had her puppies and she slept in the room with me, too. So then K.C. joined in the fun, once sitting on my head while I was in bed home sick from school. There was a no-dog period for a while after Muffy passed away before Ren came to live with us. And Ren was the first dog that I ever really became attached to. He was also the first one who seemed to decide that not only was he my dog, but I was his boy. It's been almost seven years and I still miss him a lot. But Beth herself has commented on my popularity among dogs by saying that they see me as just another big dog who relates to them as a dog. Take what you will of that.
Tits: ... Winkle! ... Vibraphone! ... Let me get this Monty Python sketch out of my head and I'll continue. Okay! There! Yes, I like tits. I like boobs. I like a good, full, round, bouncy, impressive set of knockers. And I take no shame in it. After all, women admire physical traits of men. (You know you do! Don't deny it!) Now whether this is because I was breast fed when I was little or because my first girlfriend had a great pair and I realized how much fun they were to play with, I don't know. And this will probably shock some people, but even though 4 out of 5 GFs have been a C or larger, boobs are rarely the first thing I notice about women. Most of the time, depending on what way they're facing, I tend to notice their face or their hair. I usually only notice boobs first when they are very clearly on display. I would also like to point out that I try to not let boobs influence me. I don't care how big they are or how cute you are, if you're a lying, inconsiderate, and rude bitch, you get no special treatment even if you do try fliting with me.
Books: Does it seem like I read a lot? I suppose I do compared to most people. I rather wish I read more. Why do I read so much? Why not? They say books are portals ot other worlds, or something like that. And this one never struck me as all that wondeful, so why stick around? I think my taste in books mirrors my taste in movies and TV. People seem to love dramas like Law and Order or ER because they mirror real life. That's the last thing I want. I want escapism. Give me Star Trek, Star Wars, Rober Asprin's Myth Adventures, Terry Prachett's Discworld, or anything from the mind of Neil Gaiman. Give me something different. Let me form the movie in my head as I read. Let me cast the players and build the sets from the populace and materials of my own imagination. Give me a book and let my imagination get some exercise. :D
Individuality: We are all individuals, but it seems like so few people know that they are. Why am I an individual? What broke me away from the mold of society's norm? Glasses! I think I was around seven when I got my first pair of glasses. From day one I was declared a "Brain". And in those days brains were automatically outcasts. Whoever I may have considered friends before no longer wanted me around because I was a brain. This left me without nothing else to do except schoolwork. So I ended up smarter than them. And not being part of some social group that I was trying to fit into, I was free to find my own interests. And if those interests weren't accepted by a "normal" society, so what? Why be part of a society that will exile someone for a perceived difference? But now, I think my differences have made me a better person. I've met quite a few people by now who have commented that they had never met anyone like me before. And they mean it in a good way. And I now feel free to blow raspberries to all those kids in grade school who declared me a brain. And I still have to deal with my share of religious fanatics today who think I should fit in ("What do you mean you're not a Colts/Pacers fan?!"), but I can deal with them better now than then. So it's all good. :)
My 5 subjects from lemonwitch:
Calm: I guess she chose this because she thinks I'm a calm person. I suppose I am, too. I imagine a lot of people do, thus contributing to a lot of people thinking I'm a serial killer. I've spent time thinking about why I am the way I am and I have my theory for this. When I was growing up, I got used to the idea of not getting what I wanted. Whether it was a certain toy or karate lessons or going to a movie I wanted to see there often was a reason I wouldn't get it. Not always, but more than 50% of the time it seemed. I also realized that tantrums or arguing or pleading did little to help and that it was a waste of energy. So why get worked up about things. And I think I may have been a bot paranoid about the things I did get. If I showed too much excitement about getting them, I'd lose them. So I tend to remain calm about most things and in most situations. That's probably why my mother thinks I'd be good to have around in an emergency.
Dogs: Since as early as I can remember there has almost always been a dog in the house. I probably learned to walk with the help of Mandy, a Shepherd mix my parents had when I was born. Any dogs we had in the house I'm sure were because my mother wanted them. The string of dogs we had living with us included Mandy and her friend Misty (a Samoyed), Muffy (a "Cockapoo" Terrier), Dory (my uncle's Golden Retriever) and a bunch of her puppies including K.C. who stayed with us for a while, Ren (my Golden Retriever), Finch, and now Obe. I don't know how it happened or why, but it started when we had Muffy. He would sleep up on the bed with me down at the foot of the bed. Then Dory stayed with us when she had her puppies and she slept in the room with me, too. So then K.C. joined in the fun, once sitting on my head while I was in bed home sick from school. There was a no-dog period for a while after Muffy passed away before Ren came to live with us. And Ren was the first dog that I ever really became attached to. He was also the first one who seemed to decide that not only was he my dog, but I was his boy. It's been almost seven years and I still miss him a lot. But Beth herself has commented on my popularity among dogs by saying that they see me as just another big dog who relates to them as a dog. Take what you will of that.
Tits: ... Winkle! ... Vibraphone! ... Let me get this Monty Python sketch out of my head and I'll continue. Okay! There! Yes, I like tits. I like boobs. I like a good, full, round, bouncy, impressive set of knockers. And I take no shame in it. After all, women admire physical traits of men. (You know you do! Don't deny it!) Now whether this is because I was breast fed when I was little or because my first girlfriend had a great pair and I realized how much fun they were to play with, I don't know. And this will probably shock some people, but even though 4 out of 5 GFs have been a C or larger, boobs are rarely the first thing I notice about women. Most of the time, depending on what way they're facing, I tend to notice their face or their hair. I usually only notice boobs first when they are very clearly on display. I would also like to point out that I try to not let boobs influence me. I don't care how big they are or how cute you are, if you're a lying, inconsiderate, and rude bitch, you get no special treatment even if you do try fliting with me.
Books: Does it seem like I read a lot? I suppose I do compared to most people. I rather wish I read more. Why do I read so much? Why not? They say books are portals ot other worlds, or something like that. And this one never struck me as all that wondeful, so why stick around? I think my taste in books mirrors my taste in movies and TV. People seem to love dramas like Law and Order or ER because they mirror real life. That's the last thing I want. I want escapism. Give me Star Trek, Star Wars, Rober Asprin's Myth Adventures, Terry Prachett's Discworld, or anything from the mind of Neil Gaiman. Give me something different. Let me form the movie in my head as I read. Let me cast the players and build the sets from the populace and materials of my own imagination. Give me a book and let my imagination get some exercise. :D
Individuality: We are all individuals, but it seems like so few people know that they are. Why am I an individual? What broke me away from the mold of society's norm? Glasses! I think I was around seven when I got my first pair of glasses. From day one I was declared a "Brain". And in those days brains were automatically outcasts. Whoever I may have considered friends before no longer wanted me around because I was a brain. This left me without nothing else to do except schoolwork. So I ended up smarter than them. And not being part of some social group that I was trying to fit into, I was free to find my own interests. And if those interests weren't accepted by a "normal" society, so what? Why be part of a society that will exile someone for a perceived difference? But now, I think my differences have made me a better person. I've met quite a few people by now who have commented that they had never met anyone like me before. And they mean it in a good way. And I now feel free to blow raspberries to all those kids in grade school who declared me a brain. And I still have to deal with my share of religious fanatics today who think I should fit in ("What do you mean you're not a Colts/Pacers fan?!"), but I can deal with them better now than then. So it's all good. :)