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(5 Points) What is the color of my bedroom?: The walls are white, just like all the walls down here. I'll change that eventually - colored walls work wonders for a space, they really, really do.
(5 Points) What is my worst habit?: Procrastination. Self-doubt. Making a mess everywhere. Over-categorizing things, especially people.
(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island/desolate mountaintop, what would I bring: Ah, this one is easy. SURVIVAL GEAR AND A WAY TO GET HOME! I don't want to be on a freakin' mountain, OR a desert island!
(6 Points) What's the biggest secret I keep from most people? Well, this is a good place for a sarcastic remark, like, mwa ha ha ha, you will never know my secrets!
Bypassing the sarcasm, and assuming I have secrets, of course, I wouldn't be putting them on my livejournal. I'm sure that makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
In real life, there are people that I know and trust and like, and I don't hide anything from them. We've had "spill sessions and the like - we know everything about each other... well, let me correct that. There is one person out there who does know every single thing about me and I know everything about him. Everyone else is a level or two or four or five hundred removed from that.
This person can't stand me and doesn't want anything more to do with me, and this hurts me more than anyone else ever could, I think, because we know each other so entirely. I don't think it's healthy to be thatclose to anyone - I really don't. This isn't just me reacting as someone who's been rejected and doesn't want to take another chance - I'm not the only one who's said this was an unhealthy friendship. When I hear it from someone else, or from several other people, I can take my own assessments a little more seriously.
In my internet life, things are a little different. I didn't start doing it intentionally, but until I started keeping a live journal - well, after I started, really - I kept my disability a secret. I mean, it's not like I said I played soccer and went jogging and to dance clubs and stuff... and it wasn't really keeping a secret, really, because in my early days of the internet I was mostly on creative writing sites, and there was to reason to be talking about myself anyway, unless it pertained to my writing.
But eventually I branched out to chatrooms and stuff, and... it just never came up.
So, livejournal is the first place in the internet I've ever flat out said: I am disabled.
...and it still feels weird to say it. It's still not how I identify myself. I don't deny that I am... it's just not how I think of myself.
It's not something I'd ever have to say to someone in person - why would I, they can see it for themselves, right?
And then once I wrote about it once, I feel like I write about it all the time. Here I am writing about it now. Go figure.
Bonus: I am totally, definitely, disgustingly sick.
(5 Points) What is my worst habit?: Procrastination. Self-doubt. Making a mess everywhere. Over-categorizing things, especially people.
(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island/desolate mountaintop, what would I bring: Ah, this one is easy. SURVIVAL GEAR AND A WAY TO GET HOME! I don't want to be on a freakin' mountain, OR a desert island!
(6 Points) What's the biggest secret I keep from most people? Well, this is a good place for a sarcastic remark, like, mwa ha ha ha, you will never know my secrets!
Bypassing the sarcasm, and assuming I have secrets, of course, I wouldn't be putting them on my livejournal. I'm sure that makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
In real life, there are people that I know and trust and like, and I don't hide anything from them. We've had "spill sessions and the like - we know everything about each other... well, let me correct that. There is one person out there who does know every single thing about me and I know everything about him. Everyone else is a level or two or four or five hundred removed from that.
This person can't stand me and doesn't want anything more to do with me, and this hurts me more than anyone else ever could, I think, because we know each other so entirely. I don't think it's healthy to be thatclose to anyone - I really don't. This isn't just me reacting as someone who's been rejected and doesn't want to take another chance - I'm not the only one who's said this was an unhealthy friendship. When I hear it from someone else, or from several other people, I can take my own assessments a little more seriously.
In my internet life, things are a little different. I didn't start doing it intentionally, but until I started keeping a live journal - well, after I started, really - I kept my disability a secret. I mean, it's not like I said I played soccer and went jogging and to dance clubs and stuff... and it wasn't really keeping a secret, really, because in my early days of the internet I was mostly on creative writing sites, and there was to reason to be talking about myself anyway, unless it pertained to my writing.
But eventually I branched out to chatrooms and stuff, and... it just never came up.
So, livejournal is the first place in the internet I've ever flat out said: I am disabled.
...and it still feels weird to say it. It's still not how I identify myself. I don't deny that I am... it's just not how I think of myself.
It's not something I'd ever have to say to someone in person - why would I, they can see it for themselves, right?
And then once I wrote about it once, I feel like I write about it all the time. Here I am writing about it now. Go figure.
Bonus: I am totally, definitely, disgustingly sick.
