the joy of reflecting (revisted)
Jan. 20th, 2004 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rktreflections upon the facts of (my) life. in which i commence to do some reflecting and some bitching...
a) my eye contact still sucks.
i just cannot accept people attempting to peer into the inner depths of my soul. someday, we'll seriously get working on it. maybe. until then, look away....look away....
b) my conversation skills still kill me.
see, here's how it generally is. i'll meet someone and do most of the talking. not necessarily mere chatter. and certainly lots of questions. ,but, unless the other person takes over, which i will freely let them do, but doesn't frequently happen, i run the conversastion.
then, once i know the person, there is no need for chitter chatter small talk. so, silence.... as far as i'm concerned, less of a need to talk. i'm comfortable with it.... not everyone is.....so, not everyone appreciates this
i should remember that more. and try to speak up after the beginning.
b2) this does not mean that i am not still a phone whore. my poor, poor roommate must think me
such a high school twit, the number of minutes i tend to kill on my phone. and i don't even profess to like people.
c) i still exist in a bubble.
i am, seriously, the slowest person you can meet. honestly. i'll be less than half way through a meal by the time my companion has finished.
walking down the street, i'm all 'doopy-doopy-doo' and everybody else is all 'buzz-buzz-buzz'.
this is all relative to my location, too. in new york i am faster than i am in the midwet. however, once back in the midwest, i revert to being slow for there. (don't ask me how or why.)
yet, while most slow people will get trampled upon and crushed, i do not. i guess i'm just literally marchiing (or, meandering, rather) to the beat of my own drum.
c2). there are exceptions. guiness, being one of them. i have an apparent flair for drinking guinness at approximately the same rate as most people drink (not chug) their heineken, etc..
d) being a kiss fan, makes me one of those kinds of girls.
i'm not 100% sure what this means. but i was told it after popping a song onto the killer juke box at a bar the other night. (and it wasn't even anything all That Bad... ummmm, yeah. i shoulda' seen it coming.
so, uh, i'm many kinds of girl, is i guess the moral of that story.
e). i am quite lame.
really. you could have witnessed the most recent example of such, if you wereunfortunate enough to catch this when i had this posted earlier. posted it 3 times in a row, actually. because each time i tried, lj would tell me that they were doing work on my server. so i believed them. waited. and tried again a few minutes later, like they told me to and got the same message. at the time i was doing this, the posts didn’t show up.
when i did the mlk speech, i saw that this original post was up (multiple times). so i proceeded to erase all attempts. (i have such talent.)
i have no idea what any of the above means.
just that they are the way things seem to be.
/end reflecting
oh, and a rant...
f). insurance companies suck and are out to rob me blind. or certain ORGANIZATIONS are out to ruin me
perhaps not so coincidentally, as my employment with THE ORGANIZATION begins drawing to a close, my insurance company's been acting funny. they sent me $300+ "patient statement" for my last doctor's visit. which, according to el interneto, is really a 100+ bill. either way, too damn much. this online statement also telle me i've gone from being a "member" to a "female subscriber" .
grr. and i didn't get the mail until it was too late to call on friday. which give me one more thing to do on tuesday.
more joys of my life to come later.
a) my eye contact still sucks.
i just cannot accept people attempting to peer into the inner depths of my soul. someday, we'll seriously get working on it. maybe. until then, look away....look away....
b) my conversation skills still kill me.
see, here's how it generally is. i'll meet someone and do most of the talking. not necessarily mere chatter. and certainly lots of questions. ,but, unless the other person takes over, which i will freely let them do, but doesn't frequently happen, i run the conversastion.
then, once i know the person, there is no need for chitter chatter small talk. so, silence.... as far as i'm concerned, less of a need to talk. i'm comfortable with it.... not everyone is.....so, not everyone appreciates this
i should remember that more. and try to speak up after the beginning.
b2) this does not mean that i am not still a phone whore. my poor, poor roommate must think me
such a high school twit, the number of minutes i tend to kill on my phone. and i don't even profess to like people.
c) i still exist in a bubble.
i am, seriously, the slowest person you can meet. honestly. i'll be less than half way through a meal by the time my companion has finished.
walking down the street, i'm all 'doopy-doopy-doo' and everybody else is all 'buzz-buzz-buzz'.
this is all relative to my location, too. in new york i am faster than i am in the midwet. however, once back in the midwest, i revert to being slow for there. (don't ask me how or why.)
yet, while most slow people will get trampled upon and crushed, i do not. i guess i'm just literally marchiing (or, meandering, rather) to the beat of my own drum.
c2). there are exceptions. guiness, being one of them. i have an apparent flair for drinking guinness at approximately the same rate as most people drink (not chug) their heineken, etc..
d) being a kiss fan, makes me one of those kinds of girls.
i'm not 100% sure what this means. but i was told it after popping a song onto the killer juke box at a bar the other night. (and it wasn't even anything all That Bad... ummmm, yeah. i shoulda' seen it coming.
so, uh, i'm many kinds of girl, is i guess the moral of that story.
e). i am quite lame.
really. you could have witnessed the most recent example of such, if you were
when i did the mlk speech, i saw that this original post was up (multiple times). so i proceeded to erase all attempts. (i have such talent.)
i have no idea what any of the above means.
just that they are the way things seem to be.
/end reflecting
oh, and a rant...
f). insurance companies suck and are out to rob me blind. or certain ORGANIZATIONS are out to ruin me
perhaps not so coincidentally, as my employment with THE ORGANIZATION begins drawing to a close, my insurance company's been acting funny. they sent me $300+ "patient statement" for my last doctor's visit. which, according to el interneto, is really a 100+ bill. either way, too damn much. this online statement also telle me i've gone from being a "member" to a "female subscriber" .
grr. and i didn't get the mail until it was too late to call on friday. which give me one more thing to do on tuesday.
more joys of my life to come later.
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one of those girls.
Date: 2004-01-20 08:03 pm (UTC)the theme song for my wknd was 'cold gin' cause you know its the only thing that can keep us together.
Re: one of those girls.
Date: 2004-01-20 09:48 pm (UTC)the boy in question didn't like their whole "tongue-thing"
sigh.
p.s. today is apparently paul stanley's 52nd bithday.
happy birthday paul stanley!!!!! happy birthday paul stanley!!!!!
another one of those girls.
Date: 2004-01-22 01:20 am (UTC)cute pic by the way... who took it?
Re: another one of those girls.
Date: 2004-01-22 06:55 am (UTC)the pic's from my birthday makeover and one of my friends from work took it.