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Tuesday, December 03, 2002 ( 2:00:00 AM ) Miss Scarlet I've realized that one of the most frustrating things is watching someone react to a situation in a manner different than my own. Not in a "set in your ways" "Why are you cooking spaghetti like that?" type thing. That doesn't matter, its just stupid stuff that bothers me when I'm bored, or tired. I don't really care. It's other things, things that are a result of how I grew up and with who and what influenced me. Like, I had an older brother and a younger sister so automatically I know how to handle people when they're trying to bother me, and I also have the skill of being the botherer, hehe. I don't know where I'm going with this. I don't want to get into specific situations but believe me, they're out there. Thats why its difficult in an advice-giving situation, or one when it seems appropriate to give an opinion. Hmm, specifics would be handy here. And good for when I look back at this blog but oh well, It will have to be like when I kept a journal and I was terrified of someone reading it so I never wrote out full names, just the first letter. Very confusing. I wish I had some soul to bare on this lovely journal but I'm not good at pulling things out of a hat, you'll have to ask me questions. Here's something: I'm mildly afraid of heights as I've gotten older and have come to the realization that I could actually fall. I'm not afraid of being in a plane or something but its the thought of being really high up with only a railing protecting me and I have to trust the people around me not to push me over, scary. I'm VERY afraid of being in a really closed in space, such as the trunk of a car, or between 2 doors (it's happened, not to me, but I dont want to talk about it, EVER!), or ohmygawd when they show people being buried alive or show people going splunking (sp?) and they are under water and go into a really small passage way to get to the open area-scares me out of my mind. The thought of shimmying thru a small crack of hardened dirt to get to the cave or something with the very real possibility of having it cave in on you, wow. I also don't like caterpillars. Things I am not afraid of, however, include death and dead people or Canadians. I also like to watch when I get a shot. So, unless you want me to ramble on like that again, I suggest you ask me some questions via the *commenting* option... xo, Scarls PS. I'm also afraid of telling too much....yeahhhhh. #
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