Meme post two

[blamebrampton]

elanna9 tagged me for the seven quirky facts meme. I am desperate to procrastinate, and therefore very grateful.

1. I am an excellent swimmer. This never ceases to amaze Australians.
2. I was raised by hippie lawyers and lesbians. In terms of reading and arguing, this was the childhood from heaven. In terms of grooming and girliness, it was akin to being raised by wolves.
3. I have broken lots of bones, mostly thanks to cars, which are attracted to me.
4. I do not drive. Given 3, I see no reason to tempt fate. Also, I like walking a great deal, and usually have an interesting time on public transport. For this reason, I tend to live in cities with decent public transport. (And my next move will be to a city with good cycleways!)
5. I have very little memory of 1994 and the first half of 1995 due to my most exciting car/body interaction. I am also very vague on a lot of other events and some nouns for the same reason. It's all still in my head, it's just hideously disordered. I make jokes about being forgetful, but the truth is I will either remember something very well, or not at all.
6. I have never, ever wanted to be married. When the other little girls were playing Bride, I was playing War or Astronaut, and encouraging them to join in. That said, my current relationship is coming up on its 13th anniversary and I think I'll keep him.
7. When I was five, I read King Lear, saw it played on stage, and saw Lon Chaney's Phantom of the Opera at the cinema. During this period I remember staying awake at night horrified at the realisation that there was nothing. NOTHING.  That I would die and be gone and that the world was wholly unfair, and that even if Gonerils died, so did Cordelias and nothing I did could change that. To allow me to get to sleep, I would lie there and chant "Fairies! Think of the fairies!!" This went on until I was about ... oh ... 22 or so.

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I've thought much the same concerning my "boys". They have a much higher than average "relationship length" time as compared to other boys their age. Of course they all claim it is because they have a "translator" available to them. I've had many a panicked phone call at one in the morning "Mel, please talk to (girlfriend of the moment) she is angry and I do not understand and I fear my head may implode from the anxiety". Quite hilarious. I've led lessons on the mysteries of girls many a time while growing up. Though it got rather tiresome to have eight boys all attempting to frighten off your first boyfriend. They all seemed to have forgotten just who was throwing them into headlocks and rubbing dirt in their hair when we were younger. Once I had once again convinced them that I was in no need of protection, it calmed down and I no longer had potential boyfriends running in terror. My boyfriends have all managed to enjoy having an extremely low-maintenance girlfriend who enjoys video games, the great outdoors, and who tends to explain in small words when she is angry. Huzzah for boys as friends! The fact that I am rather short and all of my guy friends are all taller than average just makes everything funnier.

Well, I'm still in physical therapy so I'm not quite there yet. They are trying to put off my ankle fusion as long as possible because I have a blood disorder (basically my immune system is terrible) and they don't want to risk it. However, I've stopped making progress and I fear it is only a matter of time. Of course I don't mind continuing to go to physical therapy as it helps to keep me sane and I've made quite a few friends there in the year and a half I've been going. My therapist likes to joke that I'm practically family at this point and has invited me to her children's high school graduation. Considering her eldest is six and graduation usually takes place at eighteen...you can see how much progress she feels I've made. The only thing I miss is my independence. I can't ride my bicycle anymore (will probably never get that back), I can't walk very far at all, and driving is still out of the question as it was my right foot which was injured. Luckily my insane friends enjoy kidnapping me.

Yes, the ex was rather insistent that I was helpless. I was rather sure I was not. After a year of back and forth on the matter, I decided I really didn't need the pity. It was a shame he couldn't take a hint from my friends who thought nothing of the idea of bringing me bowling two weeks out of the hospital. Bowling with crutches is hilarious and I highly recommend it for a laugh.

lesbian theory of evolution? Possibly, although they didn't give it a name. There was a lot of talk around the dinner table about the scientific reason behind the existence of lesbians and gay men. There was mention of the differences in the emotional and mental needs of women and men. They were also convinced that same-sex parental groupings were more stable for children i.e. Women were better off raising girl children and men were better off raising boys (Honestly, I have some issues with that particular idea). They also talked about the harems of gorillas and how the other females will take care of each other in the group and the male is only interested during mating. Most of the time, however they took a more spiritual view of the whole matter. More like "People fall in love with people. The packaging doesn't really matter." If I haven't managed to hit upon this "lesbian theory of evolution" then my curiosity is quite roused and I insist you share.