It occurs to me -

[kyburg]

Something I really don't want thanks for - and that's for the things I intentionally don't do.

For one, I don't sing well and stopped learning music after high school. My lovely, nearly photographic memory has revealed this to me trying to sing karaoke. Beatles tunes, okay. Anything else? I flail until I get something to sight read. Tell me what you have available to sight read in a karaoke booth. Moving on.

Going back to church has confirmed this as I do much better reading from the hymnal (I am so going to miss my pastor, who also sings and chooses really cool music for services. Nothing in the key of C, and everything has cool phrasing and neat lyrics. Miss, I shall. Very much so.) Yes, I sing in church. Everyone does and you can't tell how badly I suck.

I'd like to be able to sing. I can hear myself in my head and what comes out when I try is heartbreaking. Not even in the car where nobody can hear me, folks. Not even there.

If I can't be a good friend, you won't see me. Even if I like, respect and so on you. Nobody deserves my temper (and it is an incredible force of nature, take my word on it) and if we don't mesh well, it's my responsibility to manage me - and I will take myself out.

I do dishes and laundry. By most people's rationale, I am compulsive tidier. The Danish Mafia thinks I'm a slob, pat me on the head and then they scrub my floors on their hands and knees. I can't find it in me to object, as they have done such for my benefit - and in all honesty, they never did anything that didn't need doing. Do I sit on my hands in other people's houses? That, bite my tongue and find other places to be. I'd love to do your dishes if you've been sick, overworked and depressed. Really. And then I'll make dinner. I'm a good cook and do diet kitchen like nobody's bizness. If you tell me that's okay, you might as well have told me you loved me. To me, they're the same thing. Consider my upbringing in the Danish Mafia, okay? (That, and my Cancer rising on my chart. You just think I'm mysterious and sexay - PSYCH.)

I hate pointless competition - so I didn't go into social work. I can pick any other profession, and I have. I don't need to compete with family members - AGAIN - so, I don't. I have no competition in being a geek and that's working out just fine. With my fellow geeks, there's room for everyone and it's a comfort zone. *settles into the beanbag chair and picks up the controller*

The new one? Nobody has to put up with my kid except me. If I think he's going to be a distraction or a burden, you won't see him (and likely not me either, unless one of the committee or family can take over for me). I asked for this - y'all didn't. If I wasn't aware of the perceived opinion that the world really doesn't need more kids, having one in tow will educate you on the matter. (However, when you clearly adopted your kid? I have seen the tongues get bitten mid-syllable - you can't slap them, but when they slap themselves for you? Schaudenfreude is as schaudenfreude does. Welcome to being a saint AND a loser in the same breath! People is dumb, folks. Believe it.)

I'm also pretty sure you get tired of me. *shrugs* It is what it is.

I'll always keep trying. If I like ya, it's hard not to.

Comments

Putting up with Other People's Children

[snobahr.livejournal.com]

For the first few years, Mr. Boy has limited where I go/who I visit. If he's being especially fractious (not often, but There Are Times), then we don't go somewhere. Or if he gets that way while we're there (wherever "there" is), we leave. I don't see a necessity for other people to put up with my Little Horror, and I appreciate it when other parents do the same with their Little Horrors.

Thankfully, BoyZilla is more often than not, a delightful little guy who needs only a modicum of "Hey, quit that."

[elfwench.livejournal.com]

We are so alike here, except the part about home economics skills. I am horribly disorganized and often don't perceive what needs cleaned on top of that.

I especially relate to the last couple of points. Pointless competition, I'm not much of a fan of. Probably part of why I do love D&D as it's cooperative. However, I tend to have a competitive personality in a lot of respects I've been told. But pointless is also in perception, I've found. Football and other team sports, for the most part seems pointless competition. A game of Scrabble, and it's on!

As for the child thing, I never quite understood the "Love me, love my child," attitude. That reared it's ugly head for too many social gatherings for my taste. Perhaps I was just raised differently since my parents were Dutch and when my parents had a dinner party, unless it was family it was an adult only affair and I was not on the guest list. If I was lucky, Mom would portion out a part of the feast for me. But often it was TV Dinner night, or I was fed early when I was real young. But really, even people have that attitude in public places, and I don't get it. Aren't kids taught the rules and manners of public places anymore?

[pagawne.livejournal.com]

Hey, I agree with you on most things. The others, we can agree to disagree. No big deal. If we ever can get together, I would most certainly want you to include your son. From what I have read about him from you he sounds like a very likable child, if a bit shy. Yes, he has problem, so do we all, and should be gentle and kind with one another.

[ecstaticlght.livejournal.com]

How bizarre is it that my knowledge of Beatle's songs will be my only shining moment in a karaoke setting, occurred to me this morning on my way to work! I don't know the words or tunes to most other songs unless you put the music in front of me. Must be a global Scorpion moment kinda thing LOL

[poetpaladin.livejournal.com]

You do march to your own beat, but that's not a bad thing. Overall you're decent and nice and a credit to yourself. :)

[murphymom.livejournal.com]

WRT the anti-child folks, I feel the same way about them as I do about the anti-abortion folks - if you don't want one, don't have one - but don't think that gives you the right to disapprove (verbally or otherwise) of people who do. I've never taken any of my kids to places it wasn't appropriate to take them (although I've seen people who do), nor permitted them to remain anywhere I could sense those kinds of vibes. But I do think it should go both ways - if you know you have a limited tolerance for children, avoid those places you can reasonably expect to find them.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

Well, everyone goes to Costco - and that's where I've seen some of the most amusing head-spins-on-axis.

Kid you not - picture this:

Kid is verbal about DVDs, toys, clothes - it's Costco, the biggest toybox in town.

Widget ahead of me flinches, and turns around to be annoyed with 'noisy waste of carbon why did they breed ANOTHER ONE -'

And he sees us.

I swear, the last one nearly broke his own neck. The face fell from annoyance to shock (jaw drop and all) and he actually looked ashamed of himself.

Didn't have to do a thing.

And I'm not entirely sure how to process this, either. Stupid is as stupid does, I guess.

[murphymom.livejournal.com]

I guess the good news here is that they're not reproducing themselves... :-)