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Another girl, another planet
You Are From Mercury |
 You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows. You probably never leave home without your cell phone! You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you. You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer. Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything. |
It's true: I never leave home without my cell phone. How did they know?
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What Planet Are You From? (http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html)
Cosmic, maaaaaan! (I have my doubts.)
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There's a mirror hangs to the left of my chair at home; a bedsit, so it's the full-length over the radiator next to the wardrobe. (Not that I use it as a wardrobe, the piles of laundry in front of it see to that - but the principle is sound). I don't much like how I look, particularly not slumped in front of a computer wearing the green hue of monitor-glow: but it's hard to escape from yourself, I've found.
Sometimes, I startle myself; I look round and don't recognise my reflection. My mental self-image is a composite of twenty-four years of myself, of different glasses (or no glasses!) and unbroken/broken teeth and no small scars, no aging and naivete and teenage angst, of too much age and too many years and too much cynicism, bad skin and blackheads (but I skipped the adolescent acne), too much sleep and too much caffeine, too little sleep and no fresh coffee, self-awareness, self-confidence (and its absence), self-delusion, self-obsession, self-disgust, narcissism, a fundamentally baby-faced and fat facial structure, the unruly mop of short/long/parted/gelled/combed/tousled hair, the world-weary expression, an absence of stubble (but very dark facial hair that always shows through whatever you do...), confusion, joy, fear, hope, hatred; all of the above and all the contradictions and all at once. It's those I'm trying to avoid seeing, I think, because they're all true and it paralyzes.
What my eyes see and what my mind registers aren't the same thing. You can't see yourself for the first time again; same as when you answer any of these quizzes, you know what the answer will be, or what you'd like the answer to be. Your preconceptions shape your actions before you even realise it.
So, are these things reinforcing the truth, or a lie, or something in between? I think I like the person the quizzes describe more than myself, often. I don't think I have a spiritual nature; there isn't much nature left in this kind of life.
Anyway, I allegedly have research to do.
Billion year old carbon
I'm stardust.
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Are you golden?
(I'm from Mercury too. "Talkative"? "Expressive"?)
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In the right light...
I'm from Mercury too
Likewise. "witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you"?
I don't think so.
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Nah, you're Weird. But not Gilly.
Mercury
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Read all about it!
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Poor mad John Gray...
Pity John Gray, as his attempts to share this sanity-blasting knowledge with a world that insists on interpreting his every doomy utterance as a comment on the bittersweet battle of the sexes.
JG: So, on Mars, the native planet of those we call men but who are truly Martians, the Martians lived in caves.
Man: So, you mean it's important that I have a den, a rumpus room, a shed... a "cave" where I can process things, and that doesn't mean I love my wife any less, just that I need my space? Even if it's just the ball game or poker evening?
JG: No, I don't mean that. I mean that Martians live in caves. Martians. Caves. And sometimes Venusian strike raiders attack the caves and blast them open with their laser cannon.
Woman: So, if I bring up stories involving him expressing emotion or showing vulnerability when we are out with his friends, I "blast open" his "cave"?
JG: What is with you people and airquotes? Why won't you just listen? You're aliens, damn it. Aliens from alien space. You are genetically programmed for nothing else than to drive the other into total extinction using your vicious blades and blastageddon rifles.
Man and Woman: We had no idea it was that serious...
JG: Finally!
M: I know it's going to be hard, honey, but I promise to "lay down" my "vicious blades" by allowing you into my circle of friends.
W: And I, by promising not to go into your shed when you are not there, will try to "decomission" my "blastageddon rifles".
M&W: This is my pledge to you.
I bet David Icke never has to take this crap.
Re: Poor mad John Gray...
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If they insist.
Opportunities
Let's make lots of money.
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