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August 16, 2003The Broad's Answers1. What’s the best management practices for pedicure perfection? Aw, crap. I knew that impulsive post would come back to kick me in the ass. I've never had a professional pedicure in my life, so I can't even draw from that. Phooey. This interview stuff is going to be harder than it looks. Well, I'd say try tiptoeing through the tulips, walking a mile in someone else's shoes, and keeping your feet planted firmly on the ground. Is that corny enough for you? (Corny... hah!) Personally, I live almost entirely barefoot. (And I've done the pregnant and kitchen things too). I have only three pairs of socks, two pairs of silk stockings, and four pairs of shoes to my name. I only cave in and wear stuff when absolutely necessary, and I don't think it's entirely a coincidence that my feet, other issues aside, have always taken me where I wanted to go.
C'mon, no fair, man. That's way too vague. I'll assume you mean which would I choose as a long-term life choice/commitment, and if that's the case then definitely love. In fact, I babbled about this here but just used different terms (scroll way down to the last few paragraphs). I am an extremely passionate person. Add up all the clichés and stereotypes about redheads and Scorpios and you still won't even be close. But passion is like lightning - it's fascinating, powerful, intensely thrilling, and it can provide more than enough energy for anything you could ever want, but let it loose without some kind of direction or control and it will wreak more havoc than you could ever imagine. Love channels passion in a way that, contrary to popular belief, doesn't stifle or diminish it. It actually encourages passion to grow and to be as strong and free and earth-shattering as it wants to be, without the fear of devastation. (Hey, for off the top of my head, that actually came out sounding not half bad! Cool.)
For me it's definitely both. My brain is almost always going full-tilt, even when I don't want it to be. Emotion, logic, and instinct are constantly rushing in and swirling together, and I'm left with the job of trying to make sense of the chaos. Writing something down pulls it out of the whirlwind and puts it in its own spot. Sometimes it's just flotsam, so taking it out helps everything else gain perspective and clarity. Sometimes it's important on its own and isolating it a bit more keeps it from being bastardized by everything else. So, yeah, writing in general is definitely therapy for me. Writing with an audience in mind takes it a step further and forces me to try and put all the vague, confusing things into some kind of coherent thought and expression (not always successfully, I'm afraid). But I could stop right there - even having written it with an audience in mind doesn't mean I would have to actually show it to anyone for it to have served its therapeutic purpose. Putting my writing out there (way "out there" sometimes) in the form of blogging is a completely selfish act and I would seriously question anyone who suggested otherwise. I'm proud of who I am and how I think -- and the choices I've made and the many joys I have as a result. I would like to think that by sharing parts of me with other people, it may help them find more joy as well. Some people think that's altruistic but I'm dead serious when I say it's my own selfishness. For whatever reason, I was born hard-wired to get pleasure from giving. If anybody else actually gets something worthwhile from it, that's just a bonus.
I call them vegetables, but I won't argue with anybody who calls them fruit because they're probably right and I don't care. Straight off the vine, in the garden, hot from the sun, with a little dirt still on them.
My husband, being the incredibly cool, confident, smart man that he is, wouldn't care when I went out to dinner with you, a single man... so long as he got to pick the place. How does Thursday at Chuck E. Cheese's sound for you? Posted by Adam H at August 16, 2003 07:05 PM ~ Link Cosmos | Trackbacks (0)Comments
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