Oh good, I'm glad I wasn't the only one. And yet, I don't think that Riggins was devastated . . . if he had been likely to feel that way -- he wouldn't have said it, you know?
I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.
River ,'Safe'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sumi - Apr 04, 2007 5:19:14 pm PDT #774 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
§ ita § - Apr 04, 2007 5:21:29 pm PDT #775 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
When 15 year old boys like me...well, it's not love, usually.
Am in the throes of a major migraine without pain. I am beyond irritated with it, but it's too late to get a sub for tonight's class, so it's me or bust. If I'm lucky, it'll be passovered out.
I was an angelic kid in comparison to any of the bust ups referred to here--actually, perhaps not a pleasing kid, not one you show off to your friends, but my worst issues were reading too much.
Which made my mother think of me as antisocial, something she believed way into my 20s. Not sure how much of my university "socialising" she really wanted to hear about.
sarameg - Apr 04, 2007 5:27:42 pm PDT #776 of 10001
I would like to hear what's up with sara's friends now.
Well, they are neat and awesome people and I'm really really lucky to be able call them friends and it just bowls me over they call me friend too. As for placenta-freakout causing friend, that's all good too, just not what I was fed at the time. And um, I've realized how freaking reticent I can be. So much so that when I do reach out, it causes...um, not consternation, but...um. Something. I'm stunned by the reactions of concern for me and those I call mine.
Honestly, I'm probably more forthright about my emotional state in the semi-anonymous online world than I am in meatspace (outside my family.) Which is all kinds of fucked up, but anywho.
Jesse - Apr 04, 2007 5:32:00 pm PDT #777 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Well, they are neat and awesome people and I'm really really lucky to be able call them friends and it just bowls me over they call me friend too.
You're a noodle.
§ ita § - Apr 04, 2007 5:33:46 pm PDT #778 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Which is all kinds of fucked up, but anywho.
Eh. Just because we don't know where you live it doesn't mean we don't count.
But more seriously--friends fall into different categories all the time. Sometimes you can draw other lines around them and say "online friends get this, out of town friends get that" but I don't think it's fucked up if you are being honest with yourself about it. Because those lines are pretty much coincidental for me. The important categorisation is how I am with them, not where they are (or their gender or whatever other demographic slots you're looking to fill).
sarameg - Apr 04, 2007 5:34:14 pm PDT #779 of 10001
For my mom, I was an easy kid. Sure, around 15 there was a set-to in which she declared she loved me, but she didn't really like me right now ( basically, I was being an irrational bitch from hell.) I tore up a lovely admiring note she'd sent me earlier, and then taped it back together in a fit of apology later. I still have it. The whole like and love thing has stuck with me in a very good way. It was a good lesson.
Poor dad, nsm. I wasn't the terror my brother was to both of them, but I seriously hurt him on numerous occasions.
Daisy Jane - Apr 04, 2007 5:35:34 pm PDT #780 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh good, I'm glad I wasn't the only one.
Oh no. Loved that. And, no he wasn't devastated. Just didn't understand why no one thought it was funny.
And Poor Tim! He so doesn't want to abandon Bo, being abandoned himself, but knows mom's right. Gah.
Love. This. Show.
Kat - Apr 04, 2007 5:43:12 pm PDT #781 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I was NOT an easy kid on many levels but on other levels, I had a perfection issue that made me easy too.
I miss Tivo.
brenda m - Apr 04, 2007 5:44:17 pm PDT #782 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Honestly, I'm probably more forthright about my emotional state in the semi-anonymous online world than I am in meatspace (outside my family.) Which is all kinds of fucked up, but anywho.
Fucked up? Not at all. I suspect that applies to a lot of us.
sarameg - Apr 04, 2007 5:44:56 pm PDT #783 of 10001
Eh. Just because we don't know where you live it doesn't mean we don't count.
No, very true. Hell I'd argue the opposite. I know the opposite. All your points are right. The friends I've made online are more numerous and just as dear as those in meatspace. It's more that those who can be my physical nearby backups and who... I tend to insulate them. I am not wholly honest with them. I think I blurt more to the ether than I do to the people I talk to everyday, or on the phone or...
Which also explains why Thanksgiving spent 24/7 with people from the internets is less stressful than a party of people I work with everyday thrown by a meatspace friend here.
But where I boggle at my oddities is the anonymity. I throw out stuff on the internet that I don't in my other lives. Anyone can see it. ANYONE. And yet, some stuff I'm hesitant to tell my dearests.