real friendship is sending them a link to something terrible so you can both be traumatized at the same time
I was tagged by spirited-fatcat
Rule 1: Always post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.
1) If you had to choose your afterlife experience which would you choose?
Being reborn. I like the idea that the soul being reincarnated.
2) Do you prefer TV Shows or Movies? [/what’s your favorite show/movie?]
Um…I can’t decide, they both have their own merits. TV shows are more annoying due to sudden cancellations and cliff hangers and movies are annoying because they stretch beyond what they really need to, but TV shows are good for marathoning when I want to be mindless and do nothing and movies are good for getting the feels out. If that makes sense. I don’t have a favorite will-watch-before-any-other TV show, but I’m fond of the CSI and CSI Miami series. And Dexter. And Castle. Huh…did not realize that about myself. And I definitely don’t have a favorite movie - sometimes I watch movies I hate to get anger out.
3) What’s the favorite middle name you’ve ever heard?
I knew a kid named Jude. And his last name was Road. His full name of Jude Abbey Road. How is that not awesome?
4) What’s one meal or snack you could “live off of”?
Hummus and pita chips. Yummy in my tummy.
5) What is your biggest aspiration in life?
To live the world - not just see it, but go out into it, breathe it, be in it, live in it, meet other people living in it, make friends with them,
start a new world order.
6) when was the last time you laughed really hard? [What made you?]
Okay, yesterday. Teo and I were eating dinner and I had mustard on my food and he gives me this horrified look and says “ARE YOU EATING POOP?!” And I chuckle and say no, no, it’s mustard. I tried to get him to eat some but he leaned so far away from me I couldn’t reach and yelled “THE SHOPKEEPER SAID NOT TO FEED ME POOP BEFORE MIDNIGHT…or ever.” And I died. Soda sprayed from my nose, I could not breathe.
7) What is something you’re passionate about?
Imported media entertainment - manga, Bollywood movies, British comedies, Korean dramas, I love seeing what other cultures put into their craft, it shows what’s important to them, what issues they deal with, seeing the commonalities and the differences between our ideals and theirs. Fascinating stuff.
8) Where do you feel the happiest?
In my living room, surrounded by my nerdy stuff, books, manga and movies, knowing it’s mine and knowing it is ONLY mine.
9) What is your favorite way to travel?
Driving. I get to see more that way.
10) Favorite style of art?
Oh geez. I’m torn between music and illustration.
11) What do you think is the biggest threat to our planet?
Human beings in power, be it elected, class or financially.
…um…I suck at these things, so I’m going to pass on the tagging and creating new questions. Catch me on the next one, I’ll think up nifty ones then. :3
I dislike the phrase for several reasons.
'It' pertaining to my problem will be okay? Yes, my mental laments are being very fussy as of late, but do you even know what 'okay' is to me? Being 'okay' is thinking to myself that I simply don't want to exist, because existing is hard, but not having courage or wanting to be rude to attempt to end things myself.
How do you know it will be okay? When will it be okay? I want dates. Times. I want to know when it WILL be okay.
Maybe it’s not okay to feel terrified or isolated after the fussy bits pass. We’re waiting for the next round like an exhausted gladiator, trying to please the ceasar, praying his thumb will continue to show us favor.
I very much understand that many, many people are awkward and don’t know what to say. But there are so many other ways to say “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help.” Than “It’ll be okay.”
I want…validation. To know these problems don’t make me a withered, gnarled, ugly thing. To be assured that I’m still a worthwhile person. Because that’s what I feel. I feel shame. I feel worthless. I feel like I don’t appreciate the people that care about me. And telling me it will be okay is almost as if it cements those feelings. Because they’re not okay, but it’ll be okay when I’m not feeling them?
Perhaps I’m asking too much. But I know that I avoid the phrase in any situation. Whether “it’s” okay or not, you mean something to me, and I hope I can help in some small way. I do not by any means say the right thing all the time, but I am listening, and I am not judging, because your feelings and thoughts and insecurities matter, if not to others, they matter to you, and that’s not something I can just shrug off as “It’ll be okay.”
Be the person you need for others.
I’m feeling very bitter, regretful, envious…all manner of ugly emotions.
Think I’ll sleep/work my way through this.
Ta for now, chickadees~ be back when the Nothing has left me. :3