Let’s look inside my mind for a moment, shall we?

April 28, 2009

I have an irrational fear of being told what to do. In my particular effed up psyche this results in a constant state of anxiety and over alertness like a cat in a field surrounded by predators, butterflies, and dustbunnies. Basically, I’m constantly at def con one waiting for the other shoe to drop and shoring up the levees in an effort to not ever be told I did something wrong which would KILL me with the killing words. (SO MANY METAPHORS)

And God forbid someone tries to tell me to do something. Ferik Penriksen once told me I had to call him ON THE TELEPHONE and I moved to San Francisco in retaliation.

In Catholic School I was in detention more often than not for quietly rebelling against the dress code or whatever. And I got kicked out of preschool for my inability to nap. So I have, what they call, a history. Of pointless rebellion.

Anyway, I have no point to this post. Consider it a warning. Or, conversely, a fable. Of pointless rebellion.

7 comments

1 Intern Meagan { 04.28.09 at 11:46 am }

I got tied down to a crib for not napping! Then my Mom called the police and I didn’t see Nannie Karen ever again.

2 aisha { 04.28.09 at 12:15 pm }

I have the opposite sitchy – I relish people telling me what to do, because that means I can loudly and colorfully tell them that they AREN’T THE BOSS OF ME.

PS – “Koala, keep looking towards the stars” was the funniest thing I read on the innerzones today.

3 V. { 04.28.09 at 4:09 pm }

When I was in preschool, a girl bit me. Now I’m afraid of everything all the time, except when I’m overcompensating by being fearless.
#moreProzac.
(This is Kiala’s blog, so it’s Twitter, right?)

4 melissasparkleypantslion { 04.28.09 at 5:35 pm }

First off, Hashtags are okay all the time, V.

Secondly, I like being told what to do. I’m a bottom, what can I say.

#oversharing

5 Kristen { 04.29.09 at 6:35 am }

Melissa’s a bottom!

hahahahahahahaha!

Me too. Please tell me what to do and make it hurt really nice while you’re at it.

6 ken { 04.29.09 at 12:16 pm }

hmmm…

7 Intern Nathalie { 04.29.09 at 5:19 pm }

Towards the end of high school, I came to campus (late) wearing hot pants. The dean just looked at me and shook her head and walked off. It was like that pair of hooker shorts finally broke her. What I mean to say is, I also rebelled against dress code.

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