Subversion?!

[fancytalk]

Taking this quiz was almost as bad as the How Dixie are You?.
(Yeah, I'll post that one when I find the link for all you southerners out there.)


You Are Subversion!
You are systematic and secretive. Sometimes even very calculating. Most everyone trusts you but they have no idea what really goes on in your head. You are capable of being nice or mean, whatever a situation calls for. You look out for #1.

What Naughty My Little Pony Are You?

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[yesimthegirl.livejournal.com]

Curiously enough, it's a quite accurate description of me. Which may be a little scary that I'm letting everyone in on that secret. Especially the "most everyone trusts you but they have no idea what really goes on in your head". What will I do if everyone stops trusting me!? I'll have to resort to other tactics.

Although I am trying to figure out whether the first question or the last question is the one that pegged me. The psychology of it. : )

[yarbiedoll.livejournal.com]

That's funny. I, too, had major qualms about posting it. I didn't want to let everyone in on my little secret! Because, curiously enough, I'm secretive. I mean, it goes with the territory. Even the quiz told me that. :o

[yarbiedoll.livejournal.com]

OK. I can't resist asking any longer: What I want to know is, HOW COME THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE IN SCHOOL TOGETHER I NEVER REALIZED WE HAVE ESSENTIALLY THE SAME BRAIN?!? I must be totally dense not to have figured that our before now. Ever since you showed up on LJ, I have been having the oddest sense of deja vu. And I'm totally loving it. The day you appeared was the day we had decided to put an offer in on the house and I knew somehow you were going to turn out to be our good luck charm in the whole matter. Too freaky.

[yesimthegirl.livejournal.com]

That's a good question. Especially considering that I've been experiencing that same sense of deja vu and asking similar questions myself.

I think the answer may be RTL. She is always agressively in the foreground wherever we go, definitely in college. I just stand in the background and go with the flow. Coupled with being shy and introverted, well, I end up blending in with the wall. However, I'm really not a wallflower. But getting past the wallflower image is necessary to see the complex person that I am. ha ha

What I find really interesting is that I've known about LJ for a long time. I'm just so private (secretive) that I figured if I wasn't going to post then there was no reason to get an account. A few months ago, I decided that it would be "therapeutic". I didn't really consider that I might know someone who had an account. Seriously, I didn't do anything but stare at an update journal screen for several weeks. Then for some reason I googled drmellow (that name specifically) and *poof* connections started appearing. So I stuck you both in as friends and the rest is history. So in many ways I think that sometimes things work out when they are suppose to and not before.

My mom always did refer to me as her good luck baby. I just knew that the house was suppose to be yours. Hadn't even seen it, but just had that feeling.

I was actually thinking earlier that LJ was about as good as the phone was in high school. I actually hear from people more now than I did when I just sent emails.
I myself am having a fabulous time as well and wish that we weren't on opposite ends of the earth. RTL and I talk about (and miss) you and drmellow often.
Now I have tears.

[yarbiedoll.livejournal.com]

Oh, no tears! No tears! LJ is a happy place. I'm so glad we've connected here! I've spent a lot of time over the past several years wondering why I didn't do a better job of keeping up with you and RTL after you all moved to Virginia. And on to other places. I felt like a bad Little Brother for not staying in touch! (Believe it or not, I still have a present for RTL that I got for her (21st?) birthday (I think) and never gave to her. I still have it because in some way, I've always felt I fell short of having the close relationship I wanted to have with you guys and I figured as long as I had that gift, one day I could fix that.) Anyway, I'm glad that time is now. :-)

And I felt the same way about LJ when I opened my account. I think looked at a blank update screen for at least a month before I actually wrote anything. I was utterly disappointed by my first post, and then - somewhere along the way - I just realized that not every post had to be earth-shattering. (And not many of them have been! I also tend to overanalyze things, but you probably know that already.) Somewhere along the line, I settled into just being me. And I've decided it's better that way.

[yesimthegirl.livejournal.com]

They are happy tears. This is a happy place.
You're not a bad little brother - at least you send holiday cards. We've known where RTL's big brother is for at least 3 years now and she hasn't gotten a card. But here's the secret on this side of the world, the majority of the time - I would guess 98.5% - if you get an email or card from us or just RTL, more than likely I"m the one that either bought and wrote the card or sent the email. I've gotten pretty good at her handwriting.

[yesimthegirl.livejournal.com]

Well, if that one wasn't long enough, here's some more for you.

I forgot to write earlier that I was so sorry to hear about the kidney stones.
That must have been one sucky day.

I'm out here feelin' your pain.

[yarbiedoll.livejournal.com]

Sucky is right. Kidney stones suck major tuchis. My advice: Don't have them. And if you do, go to the ER and demand painkillers and don't stop being obnoxious until they give you the drugs, because they hurt like a motherpuppy and you will seriously want to die. Tell them you have a history, even if you don't. That's what I plan to do next time (of course, I'll have a history then, so it won't all be a lie, will it? Ah, my conscience can rest easy.).

[yesimthegirl.livejournal.com]

I always found that screaming and crying works wonders in the waiting room. The nurses don't want you to disturb the other people waiting. And of course the pain is so unbearable that I can never quite remember whether I've had kidney stones twenty times or was it just once? Painkillers rule!