It occurs to me -
Jan. 5th, 2010 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgSomething 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.
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.
