And another thing...
A comment I made in rhun's journal earlier got me thinking. (Oh no, not again. O.o) Isn't it funny how you always think of someone we knew as a certain person, rather than who they were before you met them, or who they might have turned into after you lost touch?
I used to know this chick V. (yes we actually called her V, and yes that's one reason I used that on the mud :P) who was short and fat and had cerebral palsy and 2 kids. She liked arts & crafts, sex, medieval stuff, and was a Wiccan. She was kinda brusque and gruff, and was always checking out nonfiction books about stuff she may not even have been very interested in but wanted to learn about anyway. She'd go up to Lawrence to get something she prolly coulda gotten here, and then we'd end up visiting 3 other stores and I'd go nuts trying to keep the kids from breaking stuff cuz she always had her nose stuck in something and ignored everything else. She took me up to see Star Wars Episode 1 the first day it came out, and we smuggled pop and snacks in and even if the movie wasn't as cool as it coulda been, it was STAR WARS and we were all up in the city watching it with all these freaks with plastic lightsabers. It was cool. Then fairly shortly after that, she lost her house and moved in with one of my exes and I always wondered if they were "doing stuff" but never had the guts to ask, so we lost contact and eventually she moved to God only knows where.
Before I met her, she was the slutty exotic dancer type. I think that's how she met the guy who fathered her kids, but I could be wrong, it's been years since she told me all this stuff. She's shown me pictures of what she used to look like, which was nothing like what she ended up as. And yet I always think of her as fat and ugly and with really long hair that was a pain in the ass to take care of. If I saw a picture of her 10 years ago every day, I'd still think of her as fat because that's how she was when I knew her. I always think of my mom as fat even though I know she used to be a rail like me.
I guess fat doesn't matter to me as much as it used to, I mean hell most of my family is fat. I'm not sure whether I could ever date a fat guy again though, or at least if I did he'd hafta have a really good personality to make me not care about his weight. (Of course he'd hafta have a really good personality anyway, so I guess weight is really beside the point. :P)
Ok, somehow this philosophical rambling turned into a discussion of fat... *ponders*
I used to know this chick V. (yes we actually called her V, and yes that's one reason I used that on the mud :P) who was short and fat and had cerebral palsy and 2 kids. She liked arts & crafts, sex, medieval stuff, and was a Wiccan. She was kinda brusque and gruff, and was always checking out nonfiction books about stuff she may not even have been very interested in but wanted to learn about anyway. She'd go up to Lawrence to get something she prolly coulda gotten here, and then we'd end up visiting 3 other stores and I'd go nuts trying to keep the kids from breaking stuff cuz she always had her nose stuck in something and ignored everything else. She took me up to see Star Wars Episode 1 the first day it came out, and we smuggled pop and snacks in and even if the movie wasn't as cool as it coulda been, it was STAR WARS and we were all up in the city watching it with all these freaks with plastic lightsabers. It was cool. Then fairly shortly after that, she lost her house and moved in with one of my exes and I always wondered if they were "doing stuff" but never had the guts to ask, so we lost contact and eventually she moved to God only knows where.
Before I met her, she was the slutty exotic dancer type. I think that's how she met the guy who fathered her kids, but I could be wrong, it's been years since she told me all this stuff. She's shown me pictures of what she used to look like, which was nothing like what she ended up as. And yet I always think of her as fat and ugly and with really long hair that was a pain in the ass to take care of. If I saw a picture of her 10 years ago every day, I'd still think of her as fat because that's how she was when I knew her. I always think of my mom as fat even though I know she used to be a rail like me.
I guess fat doesn't matter to me as much as it used to, I mean hell most of my family is fat. I'm not sure whether I could ever date a fat guy again though, or at least if I did he'd hafta have a really good personality to make me not care about his weight. (Of course he'd hafta have a really good personality anyway, so I guess weight is really beside the point. :P)
Ok, somehow this philosophical rambling turned into a discussion of fat... *ponders*