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[thedarksiren2]

Sometimes I think I must be the most confusing person to those around me. I constantly hear how difficult I am to "read," yet, from my own perspective, I feel like I am communicating clearly what I want/ need.

Then again, I have seen the results of my miscommunications. What a friggin' mess I have created in some instances.

But then I wonder, is it really all me? I dare to say it isn't, because communication is a two-way street when done appropriately. Hell, I am generally pretty frank about things, particularly if someone asks me a blatant question.

ATTN: IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME, ASK!!!

Nine times out of ten I will answer you without flinching. I am just not so big on the whole revealing myself to someone when they have shown little-to-no interest in me anyway. Why should I? What's the point when half the time people aren't listening in the first place?

I don't talk to hear myself, you know.
Well, maybe back when I rode on magic buses and such, but now? Nooo...quiet, calm, reserved (most of the time). I say what needs to be said, and occasionally, I have a bit o' wit about me. Otherwise, I am that weird quiet chick in the corner.

Not that I mind, really. The world is like eye-candy to me, even when I find it repulsive. Most of the time I do not, as there really is so much beauty to breathe in. But at times I just want to crawl into a cave and disappear.

It may just be me and my confusing communication skills though.

Maybe I have MPD. But then, I am too aware of myself, even when i do lose control of my emotions. So much for that hypothesis.

I once lived with a woman who said she had MPD. She was crazy as hell too; she looked like The Mona Lisa, only shrunken to about 5' tall and 50 pounds heavier.

I remember a time, when I lived with her and two other people in Cuyahoga Falls, I was reeeeally pissed off and slammed my bedroom door closed, proceeding to blast L7 as loudly as possible. The MPD lady came into my room without knocking (or, at least i didn't hear her knock). No sooner did I look up when she gasped and ran out of the room, all kinds of freaked out.

She would later tell me that I scared the shit out of her with that look - she had never seen me angry before then. I guess I am pretty scary when I'm all angry and shtuff.

Or maybe it was the hip-long black hair and eye-make-up that did the trick.
*shrug*

Anyway, I just wanted to vent, if for no other reason than to procrastinate even longer in my plans for a Friday night.

Wait, I have no plans.
Damn.
~8/

I wonder if anyone is at the Molten Cafe??? I could use some silliness right about now. Been in this serious-muck for far too long.

*slowly lifts herself from the goo-0'-serious*

blech...anyone have any Goo-Gone I can use?

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[simplycosmic.livejournal.com]

You said:

Nine times out of ten I will answer you without flinching. I am just not so big on the whole revealing myself to someone when they have shown little-to-no interest in me anyway. Why should I? What's the point when half the time people aren't listening in the first place?

I'm exactly the same way, in that I actually prefer people to ask me questions about myself that might interest them, rather than try to explain the silliness that is me.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

yup yup yup.

If anything though, I wind up asking more questions than other people do.

So, if you were a fruit, what would you be and why?

[simplycosmic.livejournal.com]

Something poisonous, perhaps.