![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(to question is to grow)
PMS + watching the series finale of a show in which one is immensely emotionally invested + the flawlessly bittersweet nature of said finale = bad, bad combination. Bad. I love (haha. ha.) how my version of PMS doesn't involve crankiness, just a tendency to react in violently intense ways to FICTIONAL PEOPLE. Remind me to tell you the embarrassing story about me & my collection of BSG fanvids. Yeah.
In honour of Fahye's Hormones, Which Have A Great Gift For Timing, I present to you three songs which currently have the power to reduce me to a wobbly emotional wreck. (Hurrah, musical masochism! Don't worry. It's largely context. I promise they're all amazing songs and Mostly Harmless for the innocent listener.)
Vienna Teng - City Hall
Era - Madona
Heather Small - Proud
~
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schiarire: Watch, I will wake up and find you have not in fact done the meme, but have instead posted a list of damning personal quirks which you observed in my nature over a period of three weeks.
WELL, NOW I'M TEMPTED, AREN'T I?
Luckily for Ji, I like talking about myself more than I like talking about others. Sometimes.
If you knew me in person, you would know that...
- I tap my fingers against the nearest hard surface when I'm thinking, and I like to sit on things that are not chairs, like sofa arms or tables. (Millifolken? This is quite honestly a chicken-or-the-egg deal. I've given up trying to analyse whose mannerisms came first.)
- I sometimes sound like I'm blathering or have lost track of my sentences, which generally occurs because by the time my mouth has caught up with said sentence my mind has skipped back and forward a few times and edited it, decided on a different direction, or reconsidered the appropriateness of the words in light of the audience. It then substitutes some muttered, rambling filler. Keeping on topic can be hard.
- I don't like getting wet. I don't like being rained on. I don't like being splashed or squirted. I don't like swimming.
- I have creepily good posture when I'm sitting down.
- I wear a lot of black, red, white, purple and blue, and very little else. I like plain coloured garments, and will hardly ever wear patterns.
- I dance in public places. Often without realising that I'm doing so, often because music is playing, often because I'm just feeling fidgety.
- I am not good with touching. If everyone is lying in an amiable pile on the floor, I'm the girl curled up in one corner of the couch. Sleeping in the same bed as someone else makes me a bit uncomfortable, but I can generally deal. Hugs are never my favoured medium for giving or receiving affection. Overly clingy people can escalate this to the point where I feel like screaming, and generally have to shut myself in a room for a while. Weirdly enough, there is a handful of people for whom this does not apply, and it's not a conscious choice. My body decides who it trusts. I can know someone for two hours and feel perfectly comfortable climbing into their lap or holding their hand, and there are people I have known for years that I still dance around in order to preserve my personal space.
- I am flexible, though not gymnast-flexible.
- I steal food off people's plates, or sip from their drinks. Often I forget to ask first.
- I carry a book around with me most of the time.
- I am fairly unflappable, or at least good at appearing so.
- I can come off as brusque, cold, impatient, dismissive, intimidating or all of the above.
~
My mother: I think you scare men!
Me: Um.
Her: It can be intimidating to meet someone who comes across as entirely self-sufficient and self-contained. You do have inadequacies. It's okay to show them, and people might find you more approachable if you did.
Me: My inadequacies largely centre around the fact that I don't show things. All I would be displaying would be a gaping hole where normal emotions should be!
Her: Oh. Well. You can tell them that!
Me: Hi, I have an alarming lack of empathy and an inability to allow myself emotional intimacy! What are your emotional problems?
Her: You could start with "Hi, I'm Freya" and then bring up your emotional problems.
Me: I don't feel that we're getting anywhere constructive. Besides, I have a pathological contempt for most guys my age.
Her: Maybe you should date thirty-year-olds.
Me: Thanks.
I love my mother.
In honour of Fahye's Hormones, Which Have A Great Gift For Timing, I present to you three songs which currently have the power to reduce me to a wobbly emotional wreck. (Hurrah, musical masochism! Don't worry. It's largely context. I promise they're all amazing songs and Mostly Harmless for the innocent listener.)
Vienna Teng - City Hall
Era - Madona
Heather Small - Proud
~
schiarire: Watch, I will wake up and find you have not in fact done the meme, but have instead posted a list of damning personal quirks which you observed in my nature over a period of three weeks. WELL, NOW I'M TEMPTED, AREN'T I?
Luckily for Ji, I like talking about myself more than I like talking about others. Sometimes.
If you knew me in person, you would know that...
- I tap my fingers against the nearest hard surface when I'm thinking, and I like to sit on things that are not chairs, like sofa arms or tables. (Millifolken? This is quite honestly a chicken-or-the-egg deal. I've given up trying to analyse whose mannerisms came first.)
- I sometimes sound like I'm blathering or have lost track of my sentences, which generally occurs because by the time my mouth has caught up with said sentence my mind has skipped back and forward a few times and edited it, decided on a different direction, or reconsidered the appropriateness of the words in light of the audience. It then substitutes some muttered, rambling filler. Keeping on topic can be hard.
- I don't like getting wet. I don't like being rained on. I don't like being splashed or squirted. I don't like swimming.
- I have creepily good posture when I'm sitting down.
- I wear a lot of black, red, white, purple and blue, and very little else. I like plain coloured garments, and will hardly ever wear patterns.
- I dance in public places. Often without realising that I'm doing so, often because music is playing, often because I'm just feeling fidgety.
- I am not good with touching. If everyone is lying in an amiable pile on the floor, I'm the girl curled up in one corner of the couch. Sleeping in the same bed as someone else makes me a bit uncomfortable, but I can generally deal. Hugs are never my favoured medium for giving or receiving affection. Overly clingy people can escalate this to the point where I feel like screaming, and generally have to shut myself in a room for a while. Weirdly enough, there is a handful of people for whom this does not apply, and it's not a conscious choice. My body decides who it trusts. I can know someone for two hours and feel perfectly comfortable climbing into their lap or holding their hand, and there are people I have known for years that I still dance around in order to preserve my personal space.
- I am flexible, though not gymnast-flexible.
- I steal food off people's plates, or sip from their drinks. Often I forget to ask first.
- I carry a book around with me most of the time.
- I am fairly unflappable, or at least good at appearing so.
- I can come off as brusque, cold, impatient, dismissive, intimidating or all of the above.
~
My mother: I think you scare men!
Me: Um.
Her: It can be intimidating to meet someone who comes across as entirely self-sufficient and self-contained. You do have inadequacies. It's okay to show them, and people might find you more approachable if you did.
Me: My inadequacies largely centre around the fact that I don't show things. All I would be displaying would be a gaping hole where normal emotions should be!
Her: Oh. Well. You can tell them that!
Me: Hi, I have an alarming lack of empathy and an inability to allow myself emotional intimacy! What are your emotional problems?
Her: You could start with "Hi, I'm Freya" and then bring up your emotional problems.
Me: I don't feel that we're getting anywhere constructive. Besides, I have a pathological contempt for most guys my age.
Her: Maybe you should date thirty-year-olds.
Me: Thanks.
I love my mother.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
*cries like a baby*
no subject
WAH, SOPHIE.
no subject
That's the line that does it. Every time.
no subject
;_;
no subject
no subject
*kicks you; pleads hormones*
no subject
no subject
So massages are still fine, then? :3
no subject
I am burning you Vienna's new album. As we speak!
no subject
*is a dork*
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
It's a lovely sentiment. I suppose it's good that it's not overly blatant.
Pretty, happy, and sad, at once.
no subject
no subject