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A lull in today's Waller-sized workload got me thinking - what things define you as a person? Bearing in mind that Pete and Bernie's Philosophical Steakhouse is now closed, can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today? Example - what made you listen to the type of you music you listen to? Why do you wear the clothes you do? How did you come to be friends with your friends?
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
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Defining moments. Hum. I fell on my head at the age of 3. Could explain a lot. Still have a scar there, which is noticeable when I shave my head to go on holiday. One moment I can remember was when reading Lord of the Rings when I was 7. I know I keep on going on about this book, but honestly I was inspired by it. Not sure exactly how, but I know that it inspired me somehow, if that makes sense. Which is doesn't.
Within the last two years I've lost my grandfather on my mums side and my grandmother on my dads side. I was really quite close to my grandfather who died. One day I was at his house and he saw me looking at this beautifully sculpted statue of a kestrel that he inherited from his grandfather, and gave it to me. Just like that. It was one of the only things he had to remember his grandfather by, and he gave it to me. It's sitting on my mantelpiece in my room now. It's got a pressed feather beside it, that he grabbed from a cage at Chester Zoo once when we were there. I've also got a horseshoe that he made for me. I painted it and thats on my mantelpiece now. I miss him. I wasn't anyway near him when he died. He just went to bed one night, kissed my gran goodnight and was dead in the morning. At least it was peaceful.
My grandmother dying hasn't had the same effect on me. I can remember being at the burial a couple of months ago, with my dad next to me crying, and all I could think was "Why aren't I crying?". I still feel guilty for that. I hope she knew that I loved her. She's buried on this hillside cemetry with a great view of Swansea harbour. My grandad goes up there everyday and sits beside her grave and talks to her like he used to when she was alive. It's great to see, when I visit him.
Thats all for now, as my sister wants a go with computer.
Within the last two years I've lost my grandfather on my mums side and my grandmother on my dads side. I was really quite close to my grandfather who died. One day I was at his house and he saw me looking at this beautifully sculpted statue of a kestrel that he inherited from his grandfather, and gave it to me. Just like that. It was one of the only things he had to remember his grandfather by, and he gave it to me. It's sitting on my mantelpiece in my room now. It's got a pressed feather beside it, that he grabbed from a cage at Chester Zoo once when we were there. I've also got a horseshoe that he made for me. I painted it and thats on my mantelpiece now. I miss him. I wasn't anyway near him when he died. He just went to bed one night, kissed my gran goodnight and was dead in the morning. At least it was peaceful.
My grandmother dying hasn't had the same effect on me. I can remember being at the burial a couple of months ago, with my dad next to me crying, and all I could think was "Why aren't I crying?". I still feel guilty for that. I hope she knew that I loved her. She's buried on this hillside cemetry with a great view of Swansea harbour. My grandad goes up there everyday and sits beside her grave and talks to her like he used to when she was alive. It's great to see, when I visit him.
Thats all for now, as my sister wants a go with computer.
One experience that has definitely shaped me as a person is at a Year 9 trip with my school, one of those 'action weekend' thingys to the Isle of Wight.
One the way, my suitcases were mislaid, and as a result I was forced to borrow clothes and money from various people. Even though I was in a predicament, and my friends were understanding, as a proud person, it was extremely difficult to go up to people and ask to borrow clothes and money for a couple of days, and an experience that has changed me. I always have money on me, and never spend more than I have, as a result I am very thrifty with any expenditure - not saying I'm a cheapskate, but I always have money. Also, I never ask for stuff anymore - if I'm 20p short of a bus fare home, I'd rather walk it. I know it sounds a little stupid, but I absolutely never ask for money from anyone.
There, that's not really a definition of me, but it is an experience that has shaped me, and taught me lessons I will keeep for the rest of my days.
One the way, my suitcases were mislaid, and as a result I was forced to borrow clothes and money from various people. Even though I was in a predicament, and my friends were understanding, as a proud person, it was extremely difficult to go up to people and ask to borrow clothes and money for a couple of days, and an experience that has changed me. I always have money on me, and never spend more than I have, as a result I am very thrifty with any expenditure - not saying I'm a cheapskate, but I always have money. Also, I never ask for stuff anymore - if I'm 20p short of a bus fare home, I'd rather walk it. I know it sounds a little stupid, but I absolutely never ask for money from anyone.
There, that's not really a definition of me, but it is an experience that has shaped me, and taught me lessons I will keeep for the rest of my days.
:0D If you stopped picking them for gads, they'd stop doing them. Jeez man.
Right... erm... got lots of these, I think.
Had melingitious when I was seven/eight/nine. I lost my memory.
That kinda inspired me. I was the boy with no past. How cool. Gave me a bit of mystique which I'm not sure is the correct way to spell it but you know what I mean. Blame chatting to her.
I haven't talked about it much, but what the hell is there to say? "I lost my memory." Yup.
Elsewhere, there's my [dead now] grandfather, who did in fact kidnap me [basically] and take me to an ice cream convention. How much does that rule. He's the one that really taught me how friends should be, and how the adult/kid relationship should be... I mean, he was strict, he spoiled me on occasion, but I was always grateful. It wasn't until he died though, that I ever realised how much I loved him. It still kinda hurts to talk about him, just because of the way I left him, but, you know. Mistakes made. Perhaps I needed that to happen, to stop me from ever doing stuff like that again.
In school, we all had to take a yellis test, I think it's called. Basically, you tick what you enjoy, and what you hate, and it finds a job for you.
Everyone got a job, 'cept me. What did I get?
ERROR.
Went to the teacher, to ask what the heck was with that, she said it wouldn't take my results, and couldn't find anything.
People had LISTS of jobs. Thirty so things they could do. I didn't have one.
Probably my most definining moment. Helps to convince myself that I am indeed different.
(Ticking you hate everything surely didn't help though.)
I didn't, I did it honestly. I suppose my brain defines me too. It's called "being alone for far too long".
(And then you start talking to yourself. Because no-one else will.)
Talk to themselves?
(Talk to you, you idiot.)
Helps for me to never take myself seriously too. He buggers off on occasion though. Sometimes I do look back on things, see stuff I've done, and get told that if my brain was there, that wouldn't have happened. He's right. I do take myself far too seriously sometimes.
That's why he's there really. A failproof that goes on holiday every now and again. And makes me laugh. I enjoy being insane, it's far more fun.
That's enough for now, maybe more later.
Right... erm... got lots of these, I think.
Had melingitious when I was seven/eight/nine. I lost my memory.
That kinda inspired me. I was the boy with no past. How cool. Gave me a bit of mystique which I'm not sure is the correct way to spell it but you know what I mean. Blame chatting to her.
I haven't talked about it much, but what the hell is there to say? "I lost my memory." Yup.
Elsewhere, there's my [dead now] grandfather, who did in fact kidnap me [basically] and take me to an ice cream convention. How much does that rule. He's the one that really taught me how friends should be, and how the adult/kid relationship should be... I mean, he was strict, he spoiled me on occasion, but I was always grateful. It wasn't until he died though, that I ever realised how much I loved him. It still kinda hurts to talk about him, just because of the way I left him, but, you know. Mistakes made. Perhaps I needed that to happen, to stop me from ever doing stuff like that again.
In school, we all had to take a yellis test, I think it's called. Basically, you tick what you enjoy, and what you hate, and it finds a job for you.
Everyone got a job, 'cept me. What did I get?
ERROR.
Went to the teacher, to ask what the heck was with that, she said it wouldn't take my results, and couldn't find anything.
People had LISTS of jobs. Thirty so things they could do. I didn't have one.
Probably my most definining moment. Helps to convince myself that I am indeed different.
(Ticking you hate everything surely didn't help though.)
I didn't, I did it honestly. I suppose my brain defines me too. It's called "being alone for far too long".
(And then you start talking to yourself. Because no-one else will.)
Talk to themselves?
(Talk to you, you idiot.)
Helps for me to never take myself seriously too. He buggers off on occasion though. Sometimes I do look back on things, see stuff I've done, and get told that if my brain was there, that wouldn't have happened. He's right. I do take myself far too seriously sometimes.
That's why he's there really. A failproof that goes on holiday every now and again. And makes me laugh. I enjoy being insane, it's far more fun.
That's enough for now, maybe more later.
The reason I'm so shy is definitely thanks to my experience at infant school. The teacher was awful; she shrieked at me when I did something wrong or didn't understand it, and although I had a couple of close friends I was always regarded by most as the 'stupid' one, just because I was unsure and worried about everything. I literally bunked off a whole afternoon in the toilet for fear of going back in and being continually shouted at.
Fortunately, it's different now, but it will probably continue to affect me for the rest of my life.
Fortunately, it's different now, but it will probably continue to affect me for the rest of my life.
A lull in today's Waller-sized workload got me thinking - what things define you as a person? Bearing in mind that Pete and Bernie's Philosophical Steakhouse is now closed, can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today? Example - what made you listen to the type of you music you listen to? Why do you wear the clothes you do? How did you come to be friends with your friends?
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
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