Tell me Something About You

[bcholmes]

Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?

-- Waking Life

Tell me something about yourself. I'd like to get to know you better.

No really. I want to know. Tell me anything. And not one-sentence answers to some quiz. Not that I have anything against people doing quizes.

Tell me something that takes a paragraph. Like, what's your biggest passion in life, and how did you first discover it? Or what is the big thing you and I disagree on radically? What's the biggest regret of your life that you don't mind talking about in public? Or when was the moment that your life changed in a way that you never imagined and which you cherish immensely? What makes you feel warm and safe and loved?

Tell me something.

Comments

[bcholmes.livejournal.com]

Woy! Can you shed some light on that event for me? That would be... what? 1996?

[king-tirian.livejournal.com]

Yup, probably mid-Julyish. In fact, it was the night that France won the World Cup. Anmar was on one of his trips around the continent, and had xlnt with him (who I was seeing at the time), so I drove up from Rochester for a barbecue at Shirley Hicks'. One of those rare ssm/ap blendings.