The first answer that popped into my head was "You remember I'm American, right?" Ah ah. Right. ^^ That's actually something that I found remarkable when I came to the US. I mean, I didn't get to see a lot of it, but I was fortunate enough to live in a suburb of Pittsburg for a summer, and in a neighborhood that was quite nice. I don't think it is a common occurence (please, tell me if I'm wrong, I'd love to know), but it seemed to be a complete mix. We had hispanic families, black people just across the street, the next door guy was asian. That wasn't at all what I expected from the 'boxed up separately in different blocks' view that we get here. And, I notice there are mostly only the two extremes. Well, there were, where I was. Really fat people. Who don't shock you cause you're in the states so they're everywhere, but transported here, they'd stand out a lot more. (I mean, we only have XXL as a size, and it's for *tall* people, though, if you got a little belly, you're fat already. Going to the pool with good ol american booties made me a lot more confortable in a bikini. Maybe I should hop back for a stay. ^^) ANd then there are skinny people. Magazine cover, perfect 'I love the gym' people. Amazing. Oo
So. Is it pretty much everywhere, or was it just in Pitts?
Never been on medication for anything (besides antibiotics, years ago). Of course, I didn't mean "OMG, you're off your meds!", I'm pretty sure you got that. But you know, half the year I'm on constant allergies medication and I used to take the pill. Now I have an implant and it's fucking with me. Plus anti acids. ARGH. When will I be ok physically?! Grrr
when I was younger I had anger issues You wanna hear about outbursts? In class, considering which one it was I must have been about 5 or 6, maybe? A kid was teasing me and making me so mad, and I knew that *I* get in trouble if I retaliated as hard as I wanted to... So I stabbed a pen. In my hand. Through, my hand. I don't even remember suffering from it after that. Though to this day I wonder how I managed to come back from it without damage. I mean, there's a scar on the top of my hand. Period. (there's a matching one on my other one from an IV I didn't notice was empty, so it started sucking blood instead of giving fuild and it got so bad that it sort of tore through my skin. That'll teach me for not wanting to bother anyone because *my fucking hand hurts!!*) Anywhoo. You know you're the only one that has that rambling effect on me? Yeah. Yeah, you are. Weird. Kinda creepy. I hope I'm not weirding you out with those details.
Hm. I've seen some pretty ugly sibling fights. I wasn't lucky enough to grow up with mine, but my best friend in high school slammed two remote controls (one in each hand), down on her kid sister's head and knocked her out. Why? Kid sister wanted to watch a show. But we were in the entertainment room (cause they have enough money to HAVE an entertrainment room), which has a bigger screen. She didn't want to watch it in her room. Problem was... it was Buffy time. We were rabid fans of Buffy. The show started and she kept protesting so, Oz shut her up (long story, friend nicknamed Osen, her real name is Claire). Hard. Oo
To me, it seems like you need a physical outlet for your emotions. To find one. Whether it's boxing, running, doing relaxation... my bro, who's a physical therapist, explained to me that one of the causes of stress in our modern societies is that we tire ourselves mentally a lot, but it rarely matches physical exhaustion, so we don't sleep right, we never refuel properly. Really, when I was exhausted and couldn't sleep, and therefore got more exhausted, my first instinct was NOT to go out for a run or do an hour long workout. Now it is, and it works! Actually, I only ever work out when I'm so beat it's necessary. (Don't tell him. I say I do 30min everyday. Pshhh..)
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Date: Thursday, 12 April 2012 05:17 pm (UTC)From:Ah ah. Right. ^^
That's actually something that I found remarkable when I came to the US. I mean, I didn't get to see a lot of it, but I was fortunate enough to live in a suburb of Pittsburg for a summer, and in a neighborhood that was quite nice. I don't think it is a common occurence (please, tell me if I'm wrong, I'd love to know), but it seemed to be a complete mix. We had hispanic families, black people just across the street, the next door guy was asian. That wasn't at all what I expected from the 'boxed up separately in different blocks' view that we get here. And, I notice there are mostly only the two extremes. Well, there were, where I was. Really fat people. Who don't shock you cause you're in the states so they're everywhere, but transported here, they'd stand out a lot more. (I mean, we only have XXL as a size, and it's for *tall* people, though, if you got a little belly, you're fat already. Going to the pool with good ol american booties made me a lot more confortable in a bikini. Maybe I should hop back for a stay. ^^) ANd then there are skinny people. Magazine cover, perfect 'I love the gym' people. Amazing. Oo
So. Is it pretty much everywhere, or was it just in Pitts?
Never been on medication for anything (besides antibiotics, years ago).
Of course, I didn't mean "OMG, you're off your meds!", I'm pretty sure you got that. But you know, half the year I'm on constant allergies medication and I used to take the pill. Now I have an implant and it's fucking with me. Plus anti acids. ARGH.
When will I be ok physically?! Grrr
when I was younger I had anger issues You wanna hear about outbursts? In class, considering which one it was I must have been about 5 or 6, maybe? A kid was teasing me and making me so mad, and I knew that *I* get in trouble if I retaliated as hard as I wanted to... So I stabbed a pen. In my hand. Through, my hand.
I don't even remember suffering from it after that. Though to this day I wonder how I managed to come back from it without damage. I mean, there's a scar on the top of my hand. Period. (there's a matching one on my other one from an IV I didn't notice was empty, so it started sucking blood instead of giving fuild and it got so bad that it sort of tore through my skin. That'll teach me for not wanting to bother anyone because *my fucking hand hurts!!*)
Anywhoo. You know you're the only one that has that rambling effect on me? Yeah. Yeah, you are. Weird. Kinda creepy.
I hope I'm not weirding you out with those details.
Hm. I've seen some pretty ugly sibling fights. I wasn't lucky enough to grow up with mine, but my best friend in high school slammed two remote controls (one in each hand), down on her kid sister's head and knocked her out.
Why? Kid sister wanted to watch a show. But we were in the entertainment room (cause they have enough money to HAVE an entertrainment room), which has a bigger screen. She didn't want to watch it in her room. Problem was... it was Buffy time. We were rabid fans of Buffy. The show started and she kept protesting so, Oz shut her up (long story, friend nicknamed Osen, her real name is Claire). Hard. Oo
To me, it seems like you need a physical outlet for your emotions. To find one. Whether it's boxing, running, doing relaxation... my bro, who's a physical therapist, explained to me that one of the causes of stress in our modern societies is that we tire ourselves mentally a lot, but it rarely matches physical exhaustion, so we don't sleep right, we never refuel properly.
Really, when I was exhausted and couldn't sleep, and therefore got more exhausted, my first instinct was NOT to go out for a run or do an hour long workout. Now it is, and it works! Actually, I only ever work out when I'm so beat it's necessary. (Don't tell him. I say I do 30min everyday. Pshhh..)