Good morning, Lambs.
Sorry for my absence yesterday. My good friend from Cambodia (she's American) wrote after a long silence with lots of news and wishes for advice about her love life, so I spent my writing energy on her. Doesn't mean I wasn't here reading, though!
Punkin is here!!!
My darling, I'm SO glad to "read" you!! I feel the same way you do, like a flower unfolding because the days are getting longer again. I've been on this thread but not as regularly as I'd have liked, and my writing hasn't been much fun, either. Usually my communication is restricted to my immediate family during the dark winter days. Everyone else is SOL until I start coming out of it. It's almost over, love. It's blustery here, today, too. My hair got blown every which way the entire walk to work this morning. I must've looked like a ho after a long night's work.
Kaylets, I liked what you said about sometimes the most important job is to applaud and cheer on those who have the limelight, the performance, the big quest ahead. You're so right. I've been a performer since I was 4 and was accustomed to being the one who was applauded, talked-up, etc. I got so uncomfortable with it in college - I should say, I got so uncomfortable with what it was doing to my ego; I still bask in applause, of course - that I've spent the last 5-6 years doing almost no performing at all, just to find "me". Cerise, not Cerise the Singer. During that time I've learned to cheerlead others, to let other people shine in my eyes and bask in their amazing-ness. It's a wonderful thing. It's also a wonderful thing to learn that people like me for ME, not just because I can sing. Before I sang all the time and could never be sure about why people liked me. Or, if I met someone new, I couldn't rest until they had heard me sing, since that's who I was. A Singer. What a prison that can become. And how painful it has been to curl up for half a decade and not use such a big part of me. But it hasn't been a waste of time. I think it's been good for me, though I long to enter the music world again and do my thing. Whew. A bit verbose this morning, aren't I? You always bring these thoughts out in me, K.
Anyway.
QOD: I was only a tattletale as a kid. Now, a "rat" is the lowest life form in my world. Except when I'm being harrassed at work. Then it's straight to the biggest dog in the poopy park.
Amarantha, you make me smile. About your deleting your long and pushy advice to Wildfire, I mean. I know exactly how you feel. When Kaylets was about to give that speech to those teenage girls, I wrote some long and pushy advice about how to talk to teenagers, then suddenly remembered that I haven't been a teen for 10 years and she's a mother of a teen to boot. Silly me. Deleted it with a red face. Aren't we funny?
Wildfire, God, I hate those careful, fussy, high-maintenance employers, but man, those are the folks who are handing out the choice jobs in my experience. The people who are just like, "We'll take ya" straight off have always turned out to be less-than-optimum work environments for me. Chin up, love. You're worth it. You're worth
your efforts to get you into something good. So are you, Frogger!
Oooh, Eydie, what kinda tattoo? Not Tweety bird or anything, though, right? I got one in my central-lower-back. Hurt like ****, but not as horribly as you'd think. It's definitely something you can bear without too much suffering. I actually found the alcohol spraying and scrubbing to be more unpleasant than the actual needle. Or 7-needle tip, in my case. Yikes.
QOD yesterday: I'm not going to change my haircolor for a while. I just got the blond streak cut out of the front and am back to my own beloved dark, dark brown. I liked the streak because it was unusual, but saw a picture of myself with it and was struck by how unflattering it was. So, snip, snip. Now I look normal. Unremarkable. Trying to get used to it.
Zadie, I haven't actually seen "Orlando" yet. We saw a preview, but Blockbuster doesn't have it (chumps!), and we haven't drummed up the energy to find it somewhere else yet. So...Tilda Swinton would be a female? Hah! I win.
Love to all, I'm going to get to work.