Hmm, well I spose I'm just another weird kid wandering around existince trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I like to be the center of attention when I get the chance. I'll do anything to make people laugh. If there is no laughter in life, then what is there? I don't really do much for fun. I like to relax with friends, play cards and games, watch movies as much as possible, eat everything known to mankind, drive, rock out when no one is watching... or listening, I latchhook from time to time or do puzzles. I pretty much consider myself to be one of the guys with female attachments. Don't know what else to say... I will ponder that and add more at a later point I spose.
Your personality is best represented by a Gun. A
person holding a gun means business, and thats
you. You dont take crap from anyone unless you
absolutely HAVE to (which is very rarely).
Some might call you rude or downright mean, but
you dont really care all that much. Let them
try to insult you to your face; they'll get
whats coming to them.
The following picture describes me horribly well. So well, it is, in fact, slightly alarming.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is the one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that seperates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.
I've told you before, I don't comprehend religion, although conviction is a concept I'm beginning to get. In any case, someone with a real religious conviction is, I propose, a religious convict, and deserves locking up.
Tribal mothers always tell their children that there are two kinds of anger: hot and cold. Boys and girls experience both, but as they grow up the angers seperate themselves according to the sex. Boys need hot anger to survive. They need the inclination to fight, the drive to sink the knife into the flesh, the energy and initiative of fury. It's a requirement of hunting, of defense, of pride. Maybe of sex, too. And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the sidestepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.It's a compensation for a more limited scope in the world. Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and you go on-- or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant- success in circuit lies too bright for our infirm delight. The truth’s superb surprise as lightning to the children eased with explanation kind. The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
Much madness is divinest sense- to a discerning eye- much sense- the starkest madness- ‘tis the majority in this, as all, prevail- assent- and you are sane- demure- you’re straightway dangerous- and handled with a chain.
I'm a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So of course I had to invent not only myself but ways of escape no one has ever thought of before. And I've succeeded because I've always known I was born to dominate your sex and avenge my own.
