I’ve recently begun following bottledworder, and she wants to know who her readers are. I thought since I’ve gained a few followers since I started this little enterprise that I ought to give explaining myself an update.
Whenever somebody asks me who I am, I always want to respond, “I’m just me.” Like most people, I’m pretty complicated and pretty simple at the same time. I feel like I’m a low-maintenance person, but I know I can be passive-aggressive and needy (both of which are pretty high-maintenance qualities). I’m essentially lazy, but productive and efficient when I’m taking care of business. I like being alone much of the time, but one of my New Year’s resolutions is to stay in better touch with my friends and family. I am, as the song says, “a walking contradiction” (bonus points for naming the song . . . I’m testing out a possible new blog feature that could result in prizes).
I’m a single, middle-aged white woman living in the suburbs. My mom has moved into the house with me, which has filled in a little of the gigantic hole left when my father passed away last May. I don’t have kids, but I do have cats, which sometimes amounts to a similar amount of work. I like books and movies and music (duh). My idea of a nice day out is visiting a museum. I abhor stupidity. I believe in equality, justice, and all around fairness. I’m a raging liberal, a Buddhist, and (gasp!) an intellectual. (That’s right, boys and girls, I’m the Tea Party’s worst nightmare.)
I like all kinds of music, but I’m partial to Classic Rock and singer-songwriter types. As a writer and reader, words are especially important to me, so I tend to place a lot of emphasis on lyrics. I can’t sing or play an instrument, but I love to listen. Don’t look to me for detailed discussions of guitar tunings or recording techniques; I’ll opine on what I know, and fake the rest. Music is one of the most important parts of my life, and I will always try to treat it with respect. If I go off on a particular artist, it’s because I think they add nothing to the musical lexicon. And if you’ve been reading this blog for longer than, say, five posts, you probably already know a lot of this.
But a little refresher never hurts. (Just for the record, I have a lot of trouble spelling the word “maintenance,” even though one of my favorite books is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.)