I am a person that hates hats. Helmets, toques, cowboy, wizard, sun, baseball, etc. From pretty well as young as I could manage to not wear a helmet without my parents intervening (or actually, much early than that as long as they weren't actually going with me) I refused to, and still do. Maybe if I was skiing down a 10 degree angled hill full of large, jagged rocks (aka certain death) ... but otherwise I'll take the small chance of death, thanks.
And I don't care if my ears are cold!
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Showing posts with label I am a person that. Show all posts
Monday, January 29, 2007
I am a person that ... (pt 1)
I feel like introducing yet another series of entries, because they make blogging more fun. This one is about insights into the brain of me. Yes, exciting, I know.
I am a person that doesn't like being told what to do, ever. Just on principle. I could agree 100% that what you are telling me to do is something that I should be doing (or even want to be doing!), but by telling me to do it you just made me 50% less likely to enjoy it. Or more. I am the boss of me, not you!
I don't care if you're older than me, responsible for me, in charge of me at work, or gave birth to me - at the end of the day we all have just as much right to be on this planet and to make whatever choices we deem appropriate. So leave me alone and maybe I'll do what you want anyways. And chances are you could probably just do it yourself!
I thought I was done there but I'm going to continue with a sidebar. Sidebar: this doesn't mean I wouldn't love to help you, with almost whatever you need. Just don't make it an order, or ask in a condescending way. Bad #1: "Time to take out the garbage, Tammy!" Bad #2: "Well don't you think you should help with the dishes? It would be a nice thing to do. That's a good girl." Good: "Hey, I was wondering if you could help me bring in these boxes? They're super heavy and my back is killing me."
My grandmother is, like most old people, notorious for the second one. And it kills me because I love to help her with things because she's old, but asking that way makes me really not want to.
My mother is bad at framing her question like #3 but making it sound so fake and condescending that it has the same effect as my grandmother. I don't want your brownie points, Mommy! [Still love you, for the record.]
Matt tends to just tell me what to do, but he always appreciates my help in a "partner" type of way, not a "brownie points" kind of way ... so that makes me more eager to help him, even when he doesn't give me the option of saying no!
I am a person that doesn't like being told what to do, ever. Just on principle. I could agree 100% that what you are telling me to do is something that I should be doing (or even want to be doing!), but by telling me to do it you just made me 50% less likely to enjoy it. Or more. I am the boss of me, not you!
I don't care if you're older than me, responsible for me, in charge of me at work, or gave birth to me - at the end of the day we all have just as much right to be on this planet and to make whatever choices we deem appropriate. So leave me alone and maybe I'll do what you want anyways. And chances are you could probably just do it yourself!
I thought I was done there but I'm going to continue with a sidebar. Sidebar: this doesn't mean I wouldn't love to help you, with almost whatever you need. Just don't make it an order, or ask in a condescending way. Bad #1: "Time to take out the garbage, Tammy!" Bad #2: "Well don't you think you should help with the dishes? It would be a nice thing to do. That's a good girl." Good: "Hey, I was wondering if you could help me bring in these boxes? They're super heavy and my back is killing me."
My grandmother is, like most old people, notorious for the second one. And it kills me because I love to help her with things because she's old, but asking that way makes me really not want to.
My mother is bad at framing her question like #3 but making it sound so fake and condescending that it has the same effect as my grandmother. I don't want your brownie points, Mommy! [Still love you, for the record.]
Matt tends to just tell me what to do, but he always appreciates my help in a "partner" type of way, not a "brownie points" kind of way ... so that makes me more eager to help him, even when he doesn't give me the option of saying no!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
A Deeper Insight into WHO I AM
Matt recently posted a comment on From Hell's Eddie Campbell's blog (that was a confusing phrase) mentioning that he had refrained from posting one of Eddie's pages that had a vagina on it. This is in his livingroom, where small children and annoy-able parents could see. A perfectly logical and considerate choice. And also, there were many pages contending for a coveted spot on the wall, so something had to be cut! But, if it were me, this definitely would have been one of the first ones up! Any parents that complained would have been promptly laughed at and dismissed from my residence (kidding on the last part, but they might want to leave after being laughed at).
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