Real Talk!

So, I got this email tonight:

From: Matthew matthew@xxxxxxxxxxx
See: http://doubledeckerbuses.org/blog
wrote:

Blog: RealTalk ( http://blog.getrealinontario.com/index.php )
Post: Who is “NUMBER ONE”? ( http://blog.getrealinontario.com/index.php/2007/06/08/p91 )
Author: Matthew (admin)
Comment: http://blog.getrealinontario.com/index.php/2007/06/08/p91#c24
The term #1 can also mean so much in anything...

After all, I'm the #1 Nuclear Physicist in the world... if you're counting those who know nothing about the true workings of the study and have two pet dogs named Max and Kipling... then I'm #1 in a field on ONE!

Anyway, you been tagged sis...

and I wrote the 8 random things, attached to the email in which I replied:

Bro...my gawd, this is weird... as usual, I was uncomfortable about doing it... but I did it... and I think it's boring and too long... but then, that's me... an egomaniac with self-esteem problems... hmmm... maybe I'm balanced, after all... that balances, doesn't it? I don't think I'm unbalanced. I know people joke about it... but they aren't serious... are they?

*giggles* Now, I post this on my own blog. Then I go to 8 other blog sites and tag the bloggers? Is that how this works?

Biggus Sissus

Fact is, I've been trying to write a blog for days. I've got full manuscripts written in these past weeks and days... they just haven't been deemed relevant enough to post here. So, this tag gives me something to post.

*clearing throat*

Although, I am not sure it is relevant. It is revealing, so that should count.

*clearing throat*

Eight Random Things About Me (Jody)

Da Rules I Gotta Post... One: Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. Two: People who are tagged need to write their own blog entry about their eight things and post these rules. Three: at the end of your entry, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names/pseudonyms/blogs. Four: Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

#8
I am addicted to information. I measure somewhere between “Obsessive Compulsive” and “Possessed”, on the Richter Scale. I read, I google, therefore I am. I know a little bit about a lot of stuff and lot about a little stuff. I maintain a high i.q. despite diagnosed, traumatic brain injury. Should that be #7? Nope, I’m not counting it. I’m not sure how important “i.q.” is… it’s just a measurement, quoted here, for statistical reference. Sometimes, I embarrass myself… thinking I sound boastful… I hate that. Is that #7? Nope…. Not that important.

#7
I have a unique system of measurement. I don’t believe I have to explain it. I see things in a quirky way, but it’s my life, so I feel it’s my privilege and I’m not hurting anyone.
I also have my own language. I invent words. I feel that invented words are often more adequate. I find words to be limiting. I am a member of an online organization devoted to words & improving vocabulary. I still have a reasonable vocabulary, but it has suffered as a result of my brain injury. I don’t care what people think about my made up words, usually they are descriptive and the message gets across. I get accused of using big words and writing with formality... I don't think I do... and I don't usually notice other people's words... just the messages. Although, I was raised to correct grammar. (Another story)

#6
I believe in many levels of “reality”. I believe in what’s outside the box. I believe that most people choose not to pass “go”. I pass “go”. I follow rules… but I pass “go”. I am inventive and resourceful. I get things done. When I was younger, I was more direct… and, as I’ve matured, I’ve learned to be gentler in my quest to push the envelope.

#5
I love animals. Animals like me. I’ve had close encounters, in the wild- wonderful experiences, with wildlife… but I don’t like to interact with animals in the wild… because I worry about having them come to trust humans… because there are a lot of sick people out there, who hurt animals. I’m a lot more emotional, since my brain injury. Now, just thinking about it can make me tearful. I used to practice more self-control… or is it that I used to hide?

#4
I can do laundry, I can fold laundry. I am not good at matching socks and I hate putting laundry away in drawers. Hate it. It didn’t get any better or any worse, after the whack on the head.

#3
I think metaphorically. I think in layers. I think of plan a, b, c, d and sometimes more, simultaneously. I am analytical. I am an amateur anthropologist. I usually have a good grasp on the big picture… and it does come in pictures, which become metaphors. I’m a poet because I was a lousy painter. Sometimes, I think I say too much… or type too much.

#2
I am a survivor. Lots of bad stuff… like… abuse, I guess some would call it… sexual, mental (3 divorces), physical problems (illness undiagnosed until dangerous, accidents, injuries, near death experiences)…. Okay, I’m not going to list ‘em all… because I’ve never been one to dwell in negativity… and it just opens up a lot of pain and I don’t want to feel bad any more. On the other hand, I have immense quantities of empathy. My limits are generous. Personally, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and I really advocate that policy… but I respect that others have different perspectives. I love home design and decorating. I like making my surroundings as comfortable as possible, for me and for other people that I love.

#1
I waffle for long periods of time. In my desire to be fair and open-minded, I can see things from different angles and I believe that my opinion is very specific to the moment. New information… personal growth… I never say never… kind of makes it hard to be convinced you have the answer… and if you don’t have the answer, how can you have an opinion? and if you don’t even know how something has been interpreted by the person who may ask you for your opinion, so you may not know the context in which the question is being asked, how can you form a concise opinion? However, I make do decisions and I am always ready to explain why I have made a decision… and I love a good debate. I know opinions can be changed… so what good are opinions, anyway.

Keep It Simple Stupid.
Don’t get caught up in minutia.
Make Love Not War.
So, Now What Are You Going To Do About It?

I have emailed this to my brother, Matthew. Then, I re-read the rules... which I have posted, herewith, according to the rules. I shall select 8 bloggers, to be tagged.

Stay tuned.