toolsofthetrade said:
bollox, get to know me personally.
That's what I'm trying to do, friend.
Ok, I will post mine.
My hair is down to my ass where it has been since I grew it back after cutting off my long time dreads many years ago. It's naturally wavey. My skin looks greyish a lot (don't know why) and my eyes are grey and blue with yellow lines through them which gives them a green look sometimes but mainly grey reflected.
I own no furniture (except book shelves and an old black trunk) and I haven't used a chair since I was living at home at 17-18 years old, I sit on the floor and I sleep on the floor on just a few blankets.
My husband snores so bad that we haven't slept together in the same room for most of our marriage. It sucks.
I'm afraid of taking steps in life because I don't have any support so everything seems shakey and collapseable and it would be disaster if things fell apart so it is hard to make moves that count. Though I try.
Yet I'm reckless with other things that my life depends on, like not driving too fast. I speed everywhere and weave through traffic, dangerously, daily, like I don't care.
I want to travel and live in campgrounds for the rest of my life and if I could find a way to do it, I would buy a truck with a camper back on it and drive, drive, and drive. That's all I want to do. And go walking in the forest and along the ocean.
Contrary to that, I love the city and I really miss it. I'm dying to walk down a dark and crowded city street right now and I have to have this in my life periodically. I think I'd spend time living in my truck on the city streets sometimes too.
What goes along with that is I really love to watch people, not talk to them but just watch them. I learn a lot this way, most of what I think and believe has come from sitting or standing on the street in Baltimore and watching people. I get information from this that has nothing to do with people as such either, this is what I'm learning, but I need to see and watch people to get these understandings, I don't know why. It opens my heart and or mind I think, to watch people and then other things come to me through it.
My one belief is that nothing matters at all.
Yet when things matter to me it is everything to me, totally, and it never leaves me, ever. Some things will stay with me as potently till the day I die as when I was feeling them while living them. It makes me very sad, indeed. I don't know if my soul is my own because of this or who I am.
I can't count or spell and i really don't give a shit how bad my grammar is. My eye hand coordination (minus keyboard), physicality, and skills with tools and spatial things is fantastic so I don't care. I'll learn spelling and grammar when i need to.