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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-03-28 07:36 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-03-28 07:36 am
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Why Do You Hate Me When I Show You Nothing But Love?
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draegonhawke.
a) Write down 7 things that piss you off
b) Now 7 things that make you happy.
c) 7 fun things that you wish you could get paid to do for a living.
d) Tag 7 people.
I’m supposed to come up with seven things that piss me off? It’s generally... very difficult to seriously piss me off. I can stay calm about most things. Okay, let’s see...
- My incredible, ridiculous social anxiety. This is, er, pretty self-explanatory. I am deeply, deeply afraid of talking to people, and I hate myself for it.
- Betrayal of trust. I’ve been lucky enough not to be seriously taken advantage of, so this is just a general thing, not related to any specific incident. LOOK I AM ALREADY CASTING AROUND WILDLY FOR THINGS TO PUT HERE.
- British superiority. I love living in England, but the prejudice against Americans here is shocking. There seems to be an ever-present assumption that we’re somehow better or more intelligent than they are. I hate that. I especially hate the fact that, as this mindset is so pervasive, sometimes I catch myself feeling superior. It’s actually really difficult for me to type this, because I don’t like admitting that I sometimes fall prey to having prejudices. I realise that they are stupid and determinedly beat them out of me if I catch myself at it.
- THE FUTURE. This isn’t really something that ‘pisses me off’; it is something that terrifies me. I’m leaving school in the summer! I’ve been in school for fifteen years! What am I going to do? Where should I apply for university? Am I planning to apply to university for all the wrong reasons? I’m going to have to leave the home and family that I love so much at some point – where should I go? What should I do? How will I survive?
- Gossip. It makes me very, very uncomfortable when people talk about other people behind their backs. I’m always too much of a coward to defend the person being talked about, though.
- People making assumptions about me. Even if the assumptions are true, it bothers me. If someone goes ‘OMG RIONA YOU SUPPORT HET PAIRINGS? SHOCK’, I’m going to be irritated at the implication that the only relationships I’m interested in are slash. If someone assumes that I prefer console RPGs to first-person-shooters without prior evidence, I’m going to be irritated even though it is absolutely true. I don’t know why.
- Um, people who kill or attack other people make me kind of annoyed.
Things that make me happy:
- Watching Scrubs. It’s so wonderful and hilarious, and it still manages to be completely heartwrenching at just the right moments. The cast version of ‘Waiting For My Real Life To Begin’ (song titles in quotes? Is that what I usually do? I’m very inconsistent) that they sang in ‘My Philosophy’ brings me to the brink of tears every single time, whether I’m watching the episode or just listening to the song. I just saw ‘My Occurrence’, the episode in which we first meet Ben. This series does horrible, horrible things to my heart.
...um, Riona, this is supposed to be a list of things that make you happy, not things that break your heart.
Scrubs really does make me ridiculously happy, though. Also, it is setting new land-speed records for making me fall in love with characters. I love Ben a, quite frankly, ridiculous amount. I love his weirdness and his slightly evil playfulness (Ben: Touch the nail! TOUCH IT! LICK THE TIP OF THE NAIL! JD: asdfjhfhg *faints*), and I really love the fact that he is someone who Perry (because I can only think of Dr. Cox as ‘Perry’ in relation to Ben) can treat as a friend and equal.
JD continues to be absolutely adorable. Passing out and desperate hope and ‘oh god yes’! Awww.
- Writing. I love it when I’m writing something and it’s going well, and I keep on being struck with inspiration throughout the day and scribbling lines down feverishly in my notebooks or on receipts or on whatever’s to hand at the time. It’s a little bit annoying when I’m trying to get to sleep or having a bath and I’m struck with an idea, but I keep a notebook beside my bed and paper in the bathroom for exactly those moments. The trouble is that I thunder towards finishing whatever I’m writing at a frantic pace when I’m in a writing mood, and then when I’m finished, although there’s that feeling of accomplishment, there’s also a slightly depressing ‘...now what?’ feeling.
- Dragging other people into my fandoms. Mainly because this often leads to...
- Reading what other people have to say about my fandoms. I do a little dance of joy whenever I see someone I respect talking about something I love.
- LiveJournal comments. Seriously, I love getting them. I rarely actually comment myself, though, which seems a little silly. I’m trying to improve on this.
- Reviews! Another thing that I love but don’t do for others enough! Every so often I’ll get into a ‘reviewing’ mood, though, and then whoever gets in my way will get an eight-hundred-word review, or four two-hundred-word reviews, or a mini-review on every one of their fifty sentence-fics.
- This is because, corny as it sounds, ‘making people happy’ is another thing that makes me happy. This is probably at least partially my reason for dragging people into my fandoms – if I can introduce someone to something that they enjoy, I will be absolutely thrilled.
I am not going to answer the last two questions, mainly because a) thinking about what I should do for a living, even in jest, freaks me out, b) I’m really lazy, and c) I never tag. If you want to do this, you are tagged! Enjoy!
Also, a meme stolen fromfirefly99, who posted it with hilarious results:
If you make up titles for fanfiction I didn't write (you may add more specifics, such as fandom, pairing, characters involved), I will respond with details of those non-written stories.
draegonhawke.a) Write down 7 things that piss you off
b) Now 7 things that make you happy.
c) 7 fun things that you wish you could get paid to do for a living.
d) Tag 7 people.
I’m supposed to come up with seven things that piss me off? It’s generally... very difficult to seriously piss me off. I can stay calm about most things. Okay, let’s see...
- My incredible, ridiculous social anxiety. This is, er, pretty self-explanatory. I am deeply, deeply afraid of talking to people, and I hate myself for it.
- Betrayal of trust. I’ve been lucky enough not to be seriously taken advantage of, so this is just a general thing, not related to any specific incident. LOOK I AM ALREADY CASTING AROUND WILDLY FOR THINGS TO PUT HERE.
- British superiority. I love living in England, but the prejudice against Americans here is shocking. There seems to be an ever-present assumption that we’re somehow better or more intelligent than they are. I hate that. I especially hate the fact that, as this mindset is so pervasive, sometimes I catch myself feeling superior. It’s actually really difficult for me to type this, because I don’t like admitting that I sometimes fall prey to having prejudices. I realise that they are stupid and determinedly beat them out of me if I catch myself at it.
- THE FUTURE. This isn’t really something that ‘pisses me off’; it is something that terrifies me. I’m leaving school in the summer! I’ve been in school for fifteen years! What am I going to do? Where should I apply for university? Am I planning to apply to university for all the wrong reasons? I’m going to have to leave the home and family that I love so much at some point – where should I go? What should I do? How will I survive?
- Gossip. It makes me very, very uncomfortable when people talk about other people behind their backs. I’m always too much of a coward to defend the person being talked about, though.
- People making assumptions about me. Even if the assumptions are true, it bothers me. If someone goes ‘OMG RIONA YOU SUPPORT HET PAIRINGS? SHOCK’, I’m going to be irritated at the implication that the only relationships I’m interested in are slash. If someone assumes that I prefer console RPGs to first-person-shooters without prior evidence, I’m going to be irritated even though it is absolutely true. I don’t know why.
- Um, people who kill or attack other people make me kind of annoyed.
Things that make me happy:
- Watching Scrubs. It’s so wonderful and hilarious, and it still manages to be completely heartwrenching at just the right moments. The cast version of ‘Waiting For My Real Life To Begin’ (song titles in quotes? Is that what I usually do? I’m very inconsistent) that they sang in ‘My Philosophy’ brings me to the brink of tears every single time, whether I’m watching the episode or just listening to the song. I just saw ‘My Occurrence’, the episode in which we first meet Ben. This series does horrible, horrible things to my heart.
...um, Riona, this is supposed to be a list of things that make you happy, not things that break your heart.
Scrubs really does make me ridiculously happy, though. Also, it is setting new land-speed records for making me fall in love with characters. I love Ben a, quite frankly, ridiculous amount. I love his weirdness and his slightly evil playfulness (Ben: Touch the nail! TOUCH IT! LICK THE TIP OF THE NAIL! JD: asdfjhfhg *faints*), and I really love the fact that he is someone who Perry (because I can only think of Dr. Cox as ‘Perry’ in relation to Ben) can treat as a friend and equal.
JD continues to be absolutely adorable. Passing out and desperate hope and ‘oh god yes’! Awww.
- Writing. I love it when I’m writing something and it’s going well, and I keep on being struck with inspiration throughout the day and scribbling lines down feverishly in my notebooks or on receipts or on whatever’s to hand at the time. It’s a little bit annoying when I’m trying to get to sleep or having a bath and I’m struck with an idea, but I keep a notebook beside my bed and paper in the bathroom for exactly those moments. The trouble is that I thunder towards finishing whatever I’m writing at a frantic pace when I’m in a writing mood, and then when I’m finished, although there’s that feeling of accomplishment, there’s also a slightly depressing ‘...now what?’ feeling.
- Dragging other people into my fandoms. Mainly because this often leads to...
- Reading what other people have to say about my fandoms. I do a little dance of joy whenever I see someone I respect talking about something I love.
- LiveJournal comments. Seriously, I love getting them. I rarely actually comment myself, though, which seems a little silly. I’m trying to improve on this.
- Reviews! Another thing that I love but don’t do for others enough! Every so often I’ll get into a ‘reviewing’ mood, though, and then whoever gets in my way will get an eight-hundred-word review, or four two-hundred-word reviews, or a mini-review on every one of their fifty sentence-fics.
- This is because, corny as it sounds, ‘making people happy’ is another thing that makes me happy. This is probably at least partially my reason for dragging people into my fandoms – if I can introduce someone to something that they enjoy, I will be absolutely thrilled.
I am not going to answer the last two questions, mainly because a) thinking about what I should do for a living, even in jest, freaks me out, b) I’m really lazy, and c) I never tag. If you want to do this, you are tagged! Enjoy!
Also, a meme stolen from
firefly99, who posted it with hilarious results:If you make up titles for fanfiction I didn't write (you may add more specifics, such as fandom, pairing, characters involved), I will respond with details of those non-written stories.
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