Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Little Bit About Me.

I hate writing blogs.
'Nough said. Yet here I am, doing it anyway.

I really like being called 'kid'.
Not really sure why.

... And Letta.
It's really grown on me.

My favorite song is not a love song.
When you think of favorite songs, most people will say a song like "Iris" by the goo goo dolls or some song by Adele or Coldplay. While there is nothing wrong with that and I am a big fan of all of it, it's not my favorite. My favorite song is "Crossroads" by Tracy Chapman. I cannot listen to that song and not feel what Tracy Chapman felt. It is a song with power, with passion and with soul. And African instruments. Win.

I don't remember just one thing.
If you tell me something, I'll most likely remember it. And what we were doing, what we were talking about, the way you said it (rhythm and such) and maybe even what you were wearing. It's just how I remember things.

I play the guitar and ukulele for everyone else to sing.
I don't like singing. I love music and will sing for that purpose, but I would much rather have everyone around me sing together than me being the only one. There is power, peace and love in unity. It's always amazing when you get a whole room of people singing together. Not perfectly, but that's not what matters.

I get hurt a lot easier than some people think.
I'm not strong. Never was. I make mistakes. People hurt me. I keep letting them do it. Is that naivete? Or just me being stupid?

I don't like being alone.
Yeah. It's true. Sometimes I need space, but most of the time I just want to be around people. Not necessarily INTERACTING with them... that requires too much effort.

I appreciate hugs, or the idea of them, more than you think.
I just find them to be awkward and uncomfortable, but they're growing on me.

I don't understand hate. Or violence. Or disrespect to another's opinion.
I'm not saying I've never hated anything or never hurt someone/thing etc. I just don't understand it. And I don't like those feelings.

I can't stand cinematic gore.
It's why I rarely watch movies. Especially the older ones with really bad computer graphics. I don't forget those scenes. They constantly replay in my head with just the tiniest trigger.
I'm fine in real life, though, when an accident occurs (I mean that I don't freak out). I've fixed up many of my brother's injuries...

I'm not cool.
I don't know where you people get this notion.

I think I'm done.
... Yeah. I'm done.

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