| | 8 habits/facts/stuff that I barely know about myself and aren't afraid of being asked about them.
I have a terrible time making small talk.
I've always considered that it was just social ineptitude, and blamed
my mother... because IT'S ALL your fault, Mother...but I'm trying to
work out how to listen and just respond to what's on other people's
minds rather than attempting to be witty myself. I'm thinking
that practice makes perfect, so I'm trying. "So how you like this
weather?" PULLEEze... a slug can do better than that!
I like talking religion.
Sometimes a little lubrication to make the conversation something like
what happen once in a while in college dorms late at night helps, but
anyone who is willing to talk and think about their "core faith, non
faith" is going to be interesting to me. If you prefer your
religion with lots of gods, or one, let's talk.
I like talking politics as well.
I was the centrist liberal but have come to feel that the there is a
lot of smug, condescending, "I know what's best for me, and that's best
for YOU, too," attitude to it. Knowing what is the best for the
world, and setting the local state and federal government up enforce
.... eating well, smoking etc, etc, Well, it's all pretty scary
to me. I'm new to neo-con thinking, fought it as a
kid. But I'm becoming more and more libertarian as I
go. I like my religion and my politics reflective, not
reflexive. If you're willing to ask and answer, without dogma,
let's talk!
I love music, wish like crazy I could find someone who would let me learn to dance.
If I listen to any kind of music long enough I learn to like it.
Sadly that applies to bubble gum pop as well as ethnic Greek music or
Reggae. I hated Irish/bluegrass sorts of things, and now
want to learn to play the dulcimer.
I don't emote well.
It's all my Mother's fault you see. Negative emotion were
not allowed. So if you can't express anger, you get depressed,
and finally you get so flattened you can't express joy either. I
want to allow myself to let go and cry when the occaision calls for
it. Don't hold your breath on that one.
I'm sexually clueless,
but curious, and willing to experiment, but too damn choosy about
partners. I'm also emotionally clueless. I'll fall head
over heels for someone who can't love me back. It's all Mother's
fault.
It's not really all Mother's fault.
I'm a grown up and take pride (probably false pride) in being
responsible for my own choices. Perhaps I'm
socially/sexually/emotionally inept because I don't really like a lot
of people, and don't want to spend the time getting to know them.
I suspect the stuff that I like to put off on my upbringing has by this
point become conscious choices whether I'm willing to own up to them or
not.
I'll tag some folks in a bit for now it's off to a bridge game.
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