So. Do you ever reach a point with someone where you realize, oh, I should know X about you but it’s now too late for me to say, I don’t know what X is, because showing that I don’t know looks like I haven’t been paying attention? This happens to me quite a bit, because I tend to let things slide in introductions, figuring I’ll see what they mean from the context of the discussion, and later I’ll realize, wow, I still have no idea what that meant BUT if I ask now it will reveal that I didn’t absorb what was being said. Examples of this include a friend of mine (not anyone who’s reading this) who, until recently, I thought was getting a degree in a certain field and then, from a casual comment dropped in a conversation, I realized, holy crap! I’m not even close to right AND he’s going to a completely different school than I thought he was. Maybe what I’m saying is, I’m not always such a good listener. But I’m good (usually) on the caring part, and so it pains me to appear that I don’t care, when I really do, because my listening wasn’t as good as it should have been. Wow, I’m a jerk.
This is all complicated by the fact that I tend to be attracted to, for friendship and other social affairs, people who communicate in complicated inside-joke laden ways. I am a master (mistress) of the inside joke.
Where I’m going with this is this little meme thingy/survey that did, and that I’m playing along with. I’m giving everyone “Interests Amnesty” and granting it for myself. Which is to say: if you decide to play along or ask to be tagged on this, I’m going to ask you about the three things on your list or in your pictures that I think I should get but don’t. And you are free to ask me the same things.
Here’s how it goes: Comment here and I will pick 3 interests of yours listed on your user-info and three icons of yours. Make a post explaining them and asking others to comment for their own.
I’d say I use my interests list in two ways, neither of which is actually the way it’s intended (to be a list of interests). I use it as a way to say, here’s something I’m fixated on/something that is part of my life in a non-dispensable way, and also here’s something that I am putting up so as to identify myself with a certain group of people for whom this interest/band/movie will have a sort of iconic meaning. So, said, popcorn, and that is an interest of mine because I love popcorn. I have popcorn at least four times a week, often more than that. Microwave, Orville Reddenbacker popcorn. I spent my tax return to buy a microwave in part because my old one couldn’t cook a bag of popcorn well. I often eat popcorn while I write, because it works some of the nervous energy out of me to have munchies on hand. And I have been sad and scared for over a year now by the study that says microwave popcorn gives you cancer, and yet I cannot stop. I may actually be addicted.
She also asked about The Golden Girls, which is one of those iconic interests. Certain people, usually women, love “The Golden Girls,” and those who love it generally love it for the same reason that I do, which is the sense of humor in the show, and these people tend to be people I can hang out with or at least people who will appreciate the way that I use humor in my own daily life. Also, this show was something my sister and I could always watch together, and still can; we have very disparate tastes in television, but give us a rainy afternoon and a Lifetime Golden Girls marathon and we’re happy. In fact, this show is something that I’ve generally been able to bond with other women over: it is a television show of my childhood but the humor is certainly something that’s made it much richer for me as an adult. And I adore Bea Arthur’s character in the show and want to grow up to be her. Because I’m already Sofia.
Oh, final interest: His Dark Materials. suggested these books to me when I was going through a YA magic phase (Harry Potter, then Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series, which I do love, and some other strikeouts (Garth Nix, blah)). I was working at Hastings at the time, and managed to buy the first two books in the series in nice trade paperback form; I read the first and was disoriented through much of it, trying to figure out the rules of the world, and then suddenly things clicked and I grabbed number two eagerly. And I loved the second book even more than the first, and I was so eager to get onto the final book that, instead of waiting for the matching trade paperback to come in, I used my employee benefit of one free mass market paperback a week to get the third (and I actually manipulated the stock figures on the computer so it would look like we had two copies, because we couldn’t take the free book if it was the only copy in the store) and so, I have The Amber Spyglass only in a cover-less (we had to tear the cover off) MMP version. It is, however, an amazing, amazing book. The entire series is such a sophisticated tale of magic that actually deals with this strange bridge between magic and religion and science, so that the books feel less like fantasy than like adult, magical realism… I should read the whole series again. They were satisfying, which I could say of the Harry Potter books, but they’re also challenging, which I cannot say.
This is getting long. I’ll do the pictures tomorrow.