Next bit of March meme-ing
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maeve668. How do you know when it’s time to let something or someone go?
Again with the Microbie synchronicity -- I am absolutely crap at letting someone go; maybe less so at letting things go? Not sure. But I will only slowly realize a person has been drifting out of my life or has even just *poof* vanished, and will keep trying to reconnect. I've only recently figured this out about someone I felt was a close friend of my years in the Bay Area... and the galling thing is that I think this person might have faded out BECAUSE THEY BECAME A FUCKING MAOIST. What the hell?
9. What are the first things that come to mind when you’re waking up?
I usually wake up (the last time; I might wake up several times at night, which is fucking disorienting, let me tell you) literally a minute or so before whenever my alarm is set for. My mind is blank. Then my mind says, oh, damn, do I really have to get up? Can I set the clock back and take twenty more minutes? Is that just stupid? Will my cat allow it? It is going to be a Very Difficult Adjustment next year when I have to get used to going in to a school campus again. Ugh.
10. What are your comfort foods?
It's a drink but I don't care. Nothing is more comforting than a cup or a pot of English or Irish breakfast tea. Or chai. But food-wise? Hm. I love all iterations of cheese and bread. I also am comforted by variations on beans and rice -- masoor dal, split pea soup, habitant soup, red beans and rice, black beans and rice. All of those. And yet, I am not a vegetarian.
11. What are your feelings on meditation?
I like the idea a lot, but I've only managed to do it a couple of times in my life.
12. Invent a holiday. How would you celebrate it each year?
My family literally celebrated International Women's Day when I was growing up, and it meant basically going to a (leftist) community gathering in the evening, in the 70s mostly called a Peña in honor of Chile. I have fond memories of that, really. To invent a holiday? Maybe some kind of holiday when you either get your first full-time job or your first apartment on your own? That was kind of like bridal shower, except nongendered, and not romantic -- more focused on giving useful gifts for establishing oneself as an adult? And celebrating economic independence? You know, if that continues to be feasible in our capitalist, tottering economy?
13. What is the first time you remember really standing your ground?
MAN I am terrible at standing my ground. TERRIBLE. I don't think I even got the idea of having boundaries until a few years after moving to the Bay Area. I am particularly awful at it in a work context, with supervisors/administrators. But I am bad at it in basically all contexts, to the point that I am having a hard time of thinking a specific time when I "remember really standing [my] ground". But at the same time... I serve my own interests pretty clearly. A strange paradox.
14. How did you have fun as a child? Have any of those activities carried over into adulthood?
Reading, singing, drawing, learning things I was interested in, traveling with my family, playing card games (Hearts, gin rummy, Spades, solitaire), playing games like Mastermind or Clue, or a 70s game called PayDay, roaming around Chicago on the El (from middle school on), going to movies in movie theaters. Hanging out with friends and, from high school on, drinking and smoking weed (though I was terrible at the latter). Political activism and organizing shit -- that was super fun for me from about age 12 on, which is when registration for the draft came back, which was my first activist movement I plunged into. I filled out a Selective Service Card at the downtown post office (using my Library card as my ID with the bemused postal clerk) as a protest, dragging along a couple of other seventh and sixth graders, and the government threatened me with prosecution once I was 18, for not actually registering! Virtually all of those activities have carried over into adulthood. Except I haven't been in a choral singing group for several years now. I miss it, but I don't miss being inveigled into solos (not because my voice is amazing; but because it was a labor-community chorus open to everyone and that meant LOTS of the members had basically zero sense of pitch, and would crowd up to my mom and me trying to stay in tune). And movie theaters; I rarely go to a movie theater now that there's streaming.
Again with the Microbie synchronicity -- I am absolutely crap at letting someone go; maybe less so at letting things go? Not sure. But I will only slowly realize a person has been drifting out of my life or has even just *poof* vanished, and will keep trying to reconnect. I've only recently figured this out about someone I felt was a close friend of my years in the Bay Area... and the galling thing is that I think this person might have faded out BECAUSE THEY BECAME A FUCKING MAOIST. What the hell?
9. What are the first things that come to mind when you’re waking up?
I usually wake up (the last time; I might wake up several times at night, which is fucking disorienting, let me tell you) literally a minute or so before whenever my alarm is set for. My mind is blank. Then my mind says, oh, damn, do I really have to get up? Can I set the clock back and take twenty more minutes? Is that just stupid? Will my cat allow it? It is going to be a Very Difficult Adjustment next year when I have to get used to going in to a school campus again. Ugh.
10. What are your comfort foods?
It's a drink but I don't care. Nothing is more comforting than a cup or a pot of English or Irish breakfast tea. Or chai. But food-wise? Hm. I love all iterations of cheese and bread. I also am comforted by variations on beans and rice -- masoor dal, split pea soup, habitant soup, red beans and rice, black beans and rice. All of those. And yet, I am not a vegetarian.
11. What are your feelings on meditation?
I like the idea a lot, but I've only managed to do it a couple of times in my life.
12. Invent a holiday. How would you celebrate it each year?
My family literally celebrated International Women's Day when I was growing up, and it meant basically going to a (leftist) community gathering in the evening, in the 70s mostly called a Peña in honor of Chile. I have fond memories of that, really. To invent a holiday? Maybe some kind of holiday when you either get your first full-time job or your first apartment on your own? That was kind of like bridal shower, except nongendered, and not romantic -- more focused on giving useful gifts for establishing oneself as an adult? And celebrating economic independence? You know, if that continues to be feasible in our capitalist, tottering economy?
13. What is the first time you remember really standing your ground?
MAN I am terrible at standing my ground. TERRIBLE. I don't think I even got the idea of having boundaries until a few years after moving to the Bay Area. I am particularly awful at it in a work context, with supervisors/administrators. But I am bad at it in basically all contexts, to the point that I am having a hard time of thinking a specific time when I "remember really standing [my] ground". But at the same time... I serve my own interests pretty clearly. A strange paradox.
14. How did you have fun as a child? Have any of those activities carried over into adulthood?
Reading, singing, drawing, learning things I was interested in, traveling with my family, playing card games (Hearts, gin rummy, Spades, solitaire), playing games like Mastermind or Clue, or a 70s game called PayDay, roaming around Chicago on the El (from middle school on), going to movies in movie theaters. Hanging out with friends and, from high school on, drinking and smoking weed (though I was terrible at the latter). Political activism and organizing shit -- that was super fun for me from about age 12 on, which is when registration for the draft came back, which was my first activist movement I plunged into. I filled out a Selective Service Card at the downtown post office (using my Library card as my ID with the bemused postal clerk) as a protest, dragging along a couple of other seventh and sixth graders, and the government threatened me with prosecution once I was 18, for not actually registering! Virtually all of those activities have carried over into adulthood. Except I haven't been in a choral singing group for several years now. I miss it, but I don't miss being inveigled into solos (not because my voice is amazing; but because it was a labor-community chorus open to everyone and that meant LOTS of the members had basically zero sense of pitch, and would crowd up to my mom and me trying to stay in tune). And movie theaters; I rarely go to a movie theater now that there's streaming.