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… and often viewed as subversive.
Katie asked What Subversive Alternative Paradigm Are You?
I am
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You scored as Otherkin. You are Otherkin. You identify with otherworldy beings and feel you are truly something other than human. You are only biding your time here until you can return to where you truly belong. You seek others who share your yearnings and spend your time commiserating with those you like and mocking the ones you don’t.
| True Alternative |
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95% |
| Otherkin |
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95% |
| White Lighter |
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70% |
| Aimless Eclectic |
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65% |
| Mystic |
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60% |
| Spiritualist |
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55% |
| Discordian |
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55% |
| Magician |
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50% |
What Subversive Alternative Paradigm Are You?
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… when you lose something that you love more than yourself
The loss of a child is the searing pit of pain into which you descend, and when you emerge again, you are burnt and scarred. You survive, but something inside you is always in pain. You just learnt to hide it better every day.
To one of my dearest friends, who has lost her husband, her child, her faith, her hope, everything she believed in, hang on dear one. You still have us. You still have you. We all love you, and one day, one day, we may understand. I sure as hell dont at the moment.
I offered my soul, but it wasnt enough. I’m sorry. If there was a god to bargain with, I would have. Anything to spare you this loss, anything that was mine to give would have been on offer.
We now share something else. The knowledge of a pain I never wanted you to understand, never wanted us to share. We both now are mothers who have held our loss in our arms. A sorrow I could not wish on anyone, came to one of the dearest people ever.
As to why he left, I dont know that he knows. So how can answers come? Maybe there isnt any, for now.
Be gentle on yourself, lady.
It will get better, one day. One day at a time. Time is a gift.
… by a community of pleasures
Here is community. People find them online, you know. Tech Support Comedy is one of my faves.
…straining upon the start.
We were so saddened by the loss of our beloved Charlie, the wonder dog. He was a magic boy, but he began to suffer, and the vet discovered he had haemophilia, and it was severe. He began bleeding internally, and we faced the agonising choice of having to let him go rather than suffer. So, April 1, 2006, sweet Charlie left us..
The magic boy we had before Charlie was a wonderous greyhound called Snoopy, that we adopted from the Greyhound Adoption Program (see Links in Sidebar). So once we had healed a bit, still sad, we decided to try again for a greyhound. Our wonderful boy, Prancer, (born Xmas Eve, guess the names of the rest of the litter - *hint* Vixen, Dasher….), and he is big and gentle and warm and tolerant and loving, and we cant rave enough about him. He is even slacker than we remember greyhounds being, and is an indulged and adored member of the family.
….the world exists through the understanding of dogs.
Welcome to the family, Charlie the wonder dog! An eight week old chocolate and white Border Collie puppy has joined the horde:)
…drowning.
Understand that one sometimes.
Enjoy Virginia’s house Richard and Peter, miss you guys.
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?”
…darkly. i have apparently wrenched my neck,and the doctor has put me onto a gloriously hazy cocktail of painkillers, anti inflammatories, and mucle relaxants. so i am on fuzzy blogger today. i HAVE managed to get the ITShareSA up and running, so thre is some satisfaction in that, though muted by pain or lack of pain in drugged detachment. this wont last more than another day or so, but it will be up to a week before i am as normal as i get;) the horde is taking care of me, and the beloved husband is so caring of me:)
speaking of tbl, his website is being frequently updated, and is starting to get a following. it is worth a visit:)
….me.
Welcome to 3.45 am here. The small lad decided 12.30 was time to get up, and the beloved husband got up with him. I got up at 3.30 for shift 2, and shooed tbh back to bed. Tsl is drowsy in front of kids tv - cable tv, so worth it for vampires and insomniacs.
Missed my documentary though, damn, but t’will be repeated during day. The reassuring thing about cable is how cyclic it is - the same programs are repeated often during a 24 hour period, so one gets to revisit the past frequently:)
Tea, the singular force that has sustained me through the birth and sleepless nights of the horde. More on that, later. If i told you my thoughts on it, it would get cold.
Oh, im wearing my penguin jammys. Why do some clothes have such important function beyond social dictates or physical need?
Hmm, back to tea.
…but no slithy toves. laptop in bed allowed me to fudder with look of blog. mind is tired and hence haring off after irrelevancies. still, people like to personalise homes. and work cubicles. and cars. and..well, i could go on forever, except i wil be dead long before that. hence i couldnt, so that was an extremely silly statement.
hmm, get used to those.
anyway, re customisation, i will work on my virtual home, and hopefully be relatively comfy here. though it could do with some more virtual shelving for my virtual books. theres never enough, even in cyberspace;) and if virtue is its own reward, what is virtual?
sneeze, cough, wander on.
the small lad has been helping me customise by hurling himself at me laughing maniacally in his serenely violent way. hes so adorable:) beloved husband viewed customisation over shoulder, offered suggesions, played games with the small lad, and snored when all else failed. now hes rounding up small, medium, and bigger princesses to bed.
time to sleep. while i can, before the small lad’s recent penchant for 2 am documentaries overcomes me again, despite beloved husband insisting in tonights shift. i am following a very good series on the history channel, narrated by a man who sounds uncannily like the voice of the book in the radio series of Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. addictive stuff!
