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.

Comments

[norton-gale.livejournal.com]

What happened in the car-body interaction, if I may be so bold to ask?

You were 5 when you read King Lear? And you were taken to Phantom of the Opera? No wonder you were thinking of the fairies. :)

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

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.

So, er, I'm currently writing a novel featuring magical amnesia (because the crack, it calls me). Do you think I'd be able to pick your brain about a couple of things some time?

[lilian-cho.livejournal.com]

7 is just X-D

*is also curious about #5*

Happy V-Day, btw! =D

[romaine24.livejournal.com]

Joining in the being bold and asking about #5.

Oh, #7 I can so relate to, drove me nuts trying to figure out what it "life" was all about. Catholic school did not help :)

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

Wait, why are we amazed by your ability to swim? *is confused* All Australians can swim, just like they can all slap a steak on the barbie and play touch football. ;)

But awww, it's nice to hear you're keeping your guy, despite all the cars attracted to you. *g*

[shadowclub.livejournal.com]

You seemed to have had an interesting life:) When I was a kid I used to play a game called King Lear! I have no idea it was a play or anything I just like the ring and made up a game:) It was suitably violent and active methinks...

♥

[spark-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

I think I'll keep him.

♥ Sounds far better than what any white dress can promise. :g:

[madchemist36.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'm seeing some bizarre parallels here. It frightens and intrigues me.

I too was raised by lesbians, and I'm glad I am not the only walking stereotype of being raised by such. Oddly enough my mother was a total "lipstick lesbian" and her girlfriend is almost as bad. I'm actually much more butch than my mother which not-so-secretly amuses her greatly when I bring boys home.

Personally, I was constantly attempting to convince the girls in my neighborhood that catching snakes and salamanders was a perfectly legitimate way of spending a day. Thank god for all the little boys who are still my friends and who thought I was the coolest girl they had ever met.

I'm currently recovering from a lovely accident that occurred in May 2006. I completely liquified my ankle and broke my right leg. I've been in a wheelchair, used a walker, and have been on crutches ever since. A woman on the scene kept me calm and made phone calls for me. I think she may have called every member of my family in an attempt to find SOMEBODY who was available to answer the phone. She held my hand and helped me out of the car when it caught on fire. I'm pretty sure I would have died if she hadn't been there. Daily, I curse the fact that I never discovered her name.

Everything changes when you have an accident. People treated me differently afterwards. They still do. Not many of them get the idea that I want to be treated exactly as I was before. I had to get rid of my boy of 5 years because he couldn't handle it. He kept getting upset with me for laughing about it, but he didn't understand that you have to laugh at it in order to move on. Kudos to you for discovering that, sorry you had to go through that in order to learn it.

Thanks for sharing.