sapphoq shares her memories and parts of her life before and after her traumatic brain injury.
Monday, April 08, 2013
Outsider's Manifesto
I am here because I am myself. I am alone in my own skin. I no longer seek to fill up my interstitial spaces with the stuff of a society that I do not fit into and that I do not comprehend. I have not deliberately sought to be a non-conformist. I do not object to following the rules if I know what the rules are and they make sense to me. I do not often know what the rules are or why I should follow them. This causes me to be classified as an outsider-- and at times extra-legal-- by others.
I am practical. I like gently worn, soft clothing. I like sensible shoes. I don't like wool, polyester, or the holes in weave when a wind kicks up. I have been accused of dressing in a uniform style. I don't understand why that is a problem. I like the way I dress. There is no make-up or hair treatment chemicals in my life. I have no one that I wish to impress with anything akin to a fashion sense.
I am quiet. I am given to fits of solitude interspersed with periods of superficial sociability. I have many thoughts but few spoken words. I think in patterns. I embrace my passions. I have no desire to edit them for the sake of your comfort-ability. I like what I like.
Bits of songs wander into my brain at random. At times I will sing these bits to the dog who appears to love it, or at least doesn't seem to mind. I make up words that I have forgotten. I alter words as I wish. When I am singing, I am happy. You do not always get my jokes. I don't always get yours either. I relish laughter. I am not afraid to laugh out loud when I find something funny, amusing, or unexpected.
I don't remember faces all that well. I use hair and voices to identify others. If you describe the face of someone that you think I know, I will usually stop you. That doesn't help at all. There are other things that I also don't do well. I am not into participating in any sort of team sports. I am athletically awkward. I run like a duck. My jog is very slow. I stumble, trip over my feet, walk into things. I usually wear a hat or a visor to block light and glare. I favor soft dull light and low wattage bulbs. I can hear fluorescent lights. I can tell when one of them is about to burn out. I am highly distractible. Multi-tasking is something I avoid. I do everything at my own pace. When working on a problem [usually related to getting something or other to run correctly] I am determined beyond the point of stubbornness. I can work on a problem or on something that interests me for hours at a time. If I am not interested, I don't last very long at all. I have a random chaotic style of doing things. My organizing skills are practically non-existent.
I am somewhat ambidextrous. On the rare occasion that I consent to iron something, I iron with my left hand. I eat using both hands. I can draw with either hand. I can write with both hands at the same time going forwards, backwards, upside-down left to right, upside-down right to left. When I take things apart, I use both hands equally well.
I am playful. I play with words, computers, code. I like to put stuff together in unexpected ways. I prefer to start at the ending and then work my way up and backwards. Trouble-shooting and investigating are two things that I do well at.
I am curious about many things. My passions immerse my whole being. I want to know how stuff works, the whys of form and function, what gets you out of bed in the morning. I love trains, exploring new places, learning a new language, rendering photographs that I've taken into works of art. I love textures and colors and grains. I collect rocks. I think old stuff is pretty cool. I prefer interactive history over dull recitations of sentences committed to rote memory. The smells of an office supply store, flowers, and a field after a rain are attractive to me. The taste of ice cream envelopes my tongue and throat. I can read grade one Braille using only my fingers and not my eyes at all. My clumsiness disappears when I dance. When I close my eyes, I see color-stories when listening to music. The color emitting from a public unsanitary bathroom makes me nauseous. I can swim like a fish and I love all water. When I am in the woods, I feel free. I am made of Carl Sagan's starstuff, born of the ocean, a lover of movement. I wander and ramble through many places. I am here because I am my own true self. I am.
sapphoq on life
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