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Letter meme

Last week maybe, or maybe it was the week before, Alex ashmedai did a 'letter' meme where someone gives you a letter and you write about three or four words starting with that letter. He said he would give a letter to anyone who asked so, I did since I feel I haven't actually been participating in LJ as I should.

He gave me the letter S:
First word that came to me as I lay try to sleep was:
Stories: both reading them and writing them. Whether long stories or short, whether written last year or a hundred years ago, I love to read and I love to write, stories about fandom or about my own little world, maybe even more so about my own little world. When my dad died, reflecting on my own someday, I realized that I didn't so much mind dying for myself, as long as Lauren is settled, but that I minded that all the little people who have populated my head since I was t10 or so, would die with me never having had their stories told. So, to my satisfaction, I am.
Next came
Science: When people ask me what I believe in, I tell them science and not just because of what all the different sciences can reveal to us about who we are and where we live, but also about how science is done. While the goal matters, it's the journey that really counts and if it turns out that some long-cherished tenant of some beloved theory is proved wrong, eventually it will be discarded and something new will replace it. Moving ever forward.
Next came:
Sound: Actually sound & sight because since I'm somewhat lacking in the one -sight, I make up for that lacking with the other -sound. My world is full of sound, music is a constant because it grounds me, almost as if the music defines my borders. When I walk into a place with little or no sound like someone's quiet house, I feel disconnected, ill-at-ease, almost like in a void. Plus, I hear things others don't, far off distant things, the roar of a motorcycle for way too long, dogs barking in garages, a freakin' car alarm several blocks away that woke me up the other night and that then went on and on and on.
Finally, a lot more words come to mind but I chose:
Safe:Something I have pretty much always felt, but now no longer really do, living here in America. Movie theaters...nope, not really. Malls...not so much. College campuses...well, Santa Cruz is probably okay. I listen to the self-proclaimed 'good guy' NRAers and they scare me, seriously scare me. They don't make me feel safe, they make me feel vulnerable. I don't want to live in their world, one where it seems like a whole lot of people have just given up on even pretending to be civilized. It's like The Wild West all over again. How fun!! Like my husband, David, said 'I don't want to have to worry about whether the guy at the next table in the restaurant has a concealed weapon or not'.

Two hundred thousand people almost immediately joined the NRA after 20 five-year olds and five of their protectors were slaughtered. Record sales at gun shows...everywhere. Oh hell no, don't ask me for no background checks. What thehell good"ll that do? The criminals will still get their guns so, why the fuck do anything at all, right?? Notice how the NRA is using women as their spokesmen on CNN and elsewhere. Very clever. Still, I believe here are a lot of straight white men in this country that hate, women, blacks, gays, whoever, and they demand their right to be armed. Not all NRAers are haters, not all gun owners are irresponsible, but enough are that I no longer feel safe. I'd been thinking about wanting to leave this hotbed of liberalism I live, but now I'm thinking, maybe not. Rant over.

Okay, well, that was longer then I imagined it would be. Sorry if I blather on.

Wanna ask me for a letter?? Come on, you know you do. Right?


Feb. 19th, 2013 11:37 am (UTC)
I, too, love to write, read, and tell stories. Read and tell stories most. Unfortunately, when people often want a short and sweet answer, they get a story as well. Or fortunately as the case may be.

I love my blog and using it like a journal, an incubator for storytelling, a place to go on about my passions.

I believe in the known and the unknown and like Tom Wingo, it's the mysteries of life that sustain me now. The knowable always changes and I am headed to the unknown and connect with it in some vague fashion I can neither describe or explain; I Just know that the closer I get to the time I transition, the more the veil is parting or lifted or perhaps blowing gently like a gossamer curtain.

For me, science, psychology and spirit have their places and I can't believe in one without the other. There have been and are too many miracles and "coincidences" in my life and coming from a family where two parents had life after life experiences makes it all real to me and believable.

You'd feel so disconnected in my home, I fear. There is no music, only sounds of fans cleaning air 24 hours a day, alarm radios that come on promptly at 12 and 5 am. Smell is overwhelming to me at times. I kept getting a perfume into my home and couldn't figure out where it was coming from since my outdoor air no longer is blocked off from getting to the furnace.

I discovered it is what I put in the drain in the basement utility room when it gets low enough to get to the furnace. Weird. Once I put more in, there was no perfume. Go figure.

The only place I don't feel safe is on the road and I'm claustrophobic in large numbers of people.

Enjoyed your post very much. Love learning more about you, Gayle.

M Lyn
Feb. 23rd, 2013 08:40 pm (UTC)
Enjoyed your post very much. Love learning more about you'
And through you learning more about me, I learn more about you, although I already knew you liked stories.

I very much liked your ideas about 'transitioning', they must give you comfort. Personally, I don't give it too much thought since, honestly, I have no belief in an afterlife. In someways though, I do envy those who connect with that. I just know I can't beyond 'we are all made of atoms' kind of connectedness.

Smells for me, like for you apparently, are generally negative, I seems to be allergic to a great many of them and try to do what I can to filter them out of my life. I'm all about 'scent-free'!! But music, yeah...I need!!

Thanks for your thought-out comment. I appreciate your taking the time.

And I give you the letter 'T'. Have fun!!
Feb. 24th, 2013 03:28 am (UTC)
And I really appreciate your saying "I appreciate your taking the time," instead of "you taking the time which is grammatically incorrect and yet has been used so much that it has become part of the language and usage, I guess. I appreciate you is a transitive verb with an object whereas I appreciate your taking the time which is I don't know what anymore. I'll look it up.

Thanks. I really enjoy these kinds of meme's?sp?

Oh, my, what t's to use? <think, think, think...." M Lyn

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