Nothing has happened recently to highlight it, but I am going through another round of furiously resenting that I had to develop social skills. I did, of course, and people I trust tell me they're good, and I am actively not interested in being a jerk. Other people were a more alien language to me than Akkadian and I learned them. That's an accomplishment. But all I really wanted, even into grad school, was to be good at things and left alone. I thought for years that if the first part were true enough, the second would follow automatically.
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- 1: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
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