- A friend who has a nose which is neither small, large, nor crooked tagged me for a meme.
- I am to write eight random things about myself.
- Because I am a somewhat random and capricious person, the number of things I write may be larger than or smaller than eight, most likely larger.
- My parents split up when I was three.
- Starting sometime before the breakup and extending for a while after, I had repeated nightmares that revealed my fear that they were both leaving me instead of each other.
- I grew up thinking that I was retarded.
- I went to a competitive private high school and thought I was filling the small retarded quota that they must have had.
- I figured out that I was fairly intelligent only after I dropped out of college and started my adult life.
- I started on the path to vegetarianism when I was 7 or 8 and discovered how hamburgers were made.
- I last ate chicken just before the dissection lady came to school and took apart a chicken for us.
- The period following our science class was lunch, where they of course served chicken.
- I became totally vegetarian in 1970.
- I now eat fish but don't eat higher on the food chain.
- I spent my senior year in high school living away from my family in a large house of adults.
- My mother supported me financially while I lived away.
- I calmed down enormously in that year and was a little shocked to watch my classmates act out when they first arrived at college.
- I've been married twice, both times to a man named Robert.
- I also had a boyfriend named Robert in high school.
- My father's middle name is Robert and some people call him Bob.
- My current, and let's hope last, husband sometimes teases me about having so many Roberts in my life and thinks I'm sensitive about it.
- I'm not, really.
- My mother's family loved dogs and despised cats.
- I grew up with an affinity for cats, which my family barely tolerated.
- I like some dogs, but I love most cats.
- I never wanted to have children.
- I realized my mother finally understood that when I told her about meeting a nice child and she asked "so, are you going to run out and get a kitten?"
- For a long while, I was in so much physical pain that I didn't even realize that I was hurting.
- It took years and a very long journey to work my way into a kinder, gentler life, for me and everyone around me.
- I'm not perfect yet.
- I've experienced symptoms of arthritis since I was in my early 20s and had to give up running which I was really starting to enjoy.
- Most days, I experience pain of some sort, but at least I know it's there.
- The arthritis is for the most part manageable, though a friend pointed out this weekend that "it's only going to get worse."
- I'm sure he meant it in the kindest possible way.
- And besides, he's right.
- I used to speak French fluently and wasn't bad at Spanish.
- I'm very rusty at both now but can sometimes carry on a conversation in one or the other language.
- I have a small collection of art, all in 2-D.
- I once sewed costumes for the Boston Ballet.
- I was hired for that job over the phone.
- For a while, I volunteered for a suicide prevention hotline.
- To my surprise, I never once had to deal with what we delicately called a "medical emergency."
- I did, however, have to deal with a lot of perverts who thought they'd discovered the world's greatest free sex line.
- I never dreamed about or planned a career, but one seems to have happened when I wasn't paying attention.
- A few years ago, I had the opportunity to change careers and went right back to what I'd been doing.
- I'm turning 50 soon.
- I'm actually excited and pleased about it.
- And I'm also missing my friends who won't have the opportunity to turn 50, not ever.
- I like dark chocolate.
- A lot.
- I'm not going to tag anyone, but I look forward to reading anyone else's random thoughts.
Monday, May 14, 2007
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2 comments:
Obviously, I should have tagged you for the "100 Things" meme. :-)
Excellent response.
thanks, j. i don't think i could possibly have done 100, but maybe 50.
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