Confessions of an ex-teenage pragmatist

[nny]

I'm not clever. I get confused easily. My short term memory is shot. I'm a pathetically pedantic geek. I store useless knowledge and can therefore fool the casual observer, on occasion, with my supposed brains. I don't work. I'm a slacker. Most of the trouble in my life can be traced directly back to me. I'm remarkably bad at starting conversations. I'm scared of wasps. I dislike peach yoghurt. I'm pretty sure I have soup on my hoody. My hands are cold. I'm starting work in an hour and a half. My trainers smell bad. Ten minutes ago a spider was abseiling for me, and five minutes ago it was attaching guy ropes to my head. In the early mornings I get paranoid and whiney. I'm remarkably good at killing conversations in that mood. I'm terrible at YM conversations, partly because they don't flash when I get pinged and I forget they're there, and partly because I'm rarely very interesting. I'm hungry. I really need to wash my hair. I should probably be leaving now but I've decided to fill this message box with truth. You should, too. I want to cut all my hair off, but I won't, because I never do. I want to get three tattoos, but I won't, 'cos I never do. I sometimes wonder what love feels like, in case I miss it. People with marriages and kids amaze me. I think even if I do end up with someone long term I'm gonna need my own room. I've started buying things for a study/library that I'll probably never have. I really want an antique globe. Introspection on me ain't pretty. My job is destroying my hands, one tiny cut at a time. I like money. I've never had a fifty pound note. I don't like needing it, though. I want to frame it, one day, so people in the future will go oooh, history. Man, capitalism was weird, wasn't it grandma? And I'll say who the hell are you? Get out of my house! And I'll have snakes. I like the way snakes feel against my fingers. I'm not good with plants. I'm not good with hangers. Or tidying. I'm not particularly good with people. Kids I can deal with. They seem to like me. I'm scared I'm not good enough, and somehow you'll find out.

Comments

[sophistry]

%$@*&^%! I had a whole sap comment written out, and livejournal ate it. It can be pretty neatly summed up with:

'You make my day by just being you. <3'

Also, dude, I totally have a present for you, but it will have to wait until March, because there is no way I'm putting it in the post.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

In the meantime, until we get there, I advocate for sleep.
*hugs you*

[ashen_key]

The truth? Hmm. The truth. A strange beast, and seemingly in this world only important to a few, good, people. Am not exactly on of those, but as you are, I shall comply.

I will say that you are good enough to be known and loved by us all, though I know it is hard to believe when feeling depressed. I have the feeling that those who appear smart are actually smart, otherwise I will have to call myself stupid.

*hugs* Love you, Nny. Really, truly, and utterly, and I wish I lived near you so I could tell you in person and give you a real hug. *kisses*

[sophistry]

I have no words for how much your icon cracks me up. It's like an ass-pear!

[ashen_key]

...*giggles* And if Bill Brandt ever heard this description of one of his most famous photographs, he'd turn in his grave.

[setissma.livejournal.com]

<3. This is all I have to say.

[r-becca.livejournal.com]

I think that should be hoodie. :P

[ari-o.livejournal.com]

The love just keeps growing. If I start to love you anymore the boy is going to get nervous.

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*hugs Nny* I am scared of that, too. Most people are, at some point or other. I love you lots, Nny, just the way you are.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

For reasons such as these, I love you more than I love tartan knickers. :-*

[jinxster.livejournal.com]

Hey, I don't know you that well, but I almost feel I could have written that. May I give you a *hug*

Oops, too late, I already did...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*hugs tight*

I feel the same way about you. Days aren't good unless there's a little Sophie time, even if just to reassure myself you're alright and still alive. Thanks for making my life better.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

...

Heee!

*hides*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I wish you lived nearer too. Of course, it just means that it'll be more of an event when we finally *do* meet. I have no doubt it'll happen eventually.

THank you, m'lady.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

<3

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You know, I think you're right. To be fair, was 7am...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Thankee. I hope I catch you on YM again soon, lady. You're seriously cool and worryingly understanding of my insanity.

When you live in the shadow of insanity, the appearance of another mind that thinks and talks as yours does is something close to a blessed event.

--Robert Pirsig

;)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I love you too. I hope I can grow into someone like you. You amaze me. I'll try and catch you on YM again soon.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's a compliment and a half.

Well I love you more than I love LEMON SKITTLES!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

Thanks, very much.

[ashen_key]

I was planning on waltzing over to Britain at some point anyway, might as well stop over in Cardiff while I'm there. In...a couple of years, at least.

*hugs* You're welcome, Nny.

[aidara.livejournal.com]

You don't know me very well, but I friended you just because I think you're so cool. Even though I'm probably not interesting enough for you to really get to know me, I still love to read your journal for your honesty and hilarity and creativity. It's amazing how much of this entry describes me perfectly, and this scares me. If you think this about yourself when so much of it is so obviously not true, what would you think of me?