I really like the raisin analogy, though based on an experience I had, I'd add something to my own version. Once, I found a little shriveled something in my drawer (I was about ten, I think). Investigation of the "eww, I don't want to touch that, but I don't want whatever it is touching my underwear" variety proved it to be a raisin in the making; i.e a lone grape that was mostly shriveled, probably walked in from the kitchen when I had a snack some earlier date. Now, I've always loved grapes, all plump and juicy and fun to eat. And before this event, I didn't really like raisins, but could tolerate them. Not anymore. So maybe raisins in fandom for me are things that used to be yummy, juicy grapes, but have inexplicably shriveled into weird little lumps that might be bugs
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I'm going to be thinking about what you said, about finding that shrivelled once-was-a-grape; to me it's probably going to work as a metaphor for the imagined possibility of something that never comes to fruition, something that rots on (or off) the vine. But then that sounds too bitter, and I'm really aiming for simply closing the door on all the crusty raisins.
Anyway, my brain-burps aside, I must thank you for all your thoughts, including your final ones. I do love how those grapes sometimes end up as wine-ish communication, all flavorful and intoxicating, and not as little raisiny turds. (Yes, I'm going to beat this metaphor to death--why do you ask? Heh.)
Nice to see you! I've been thinking of you when I get all ponder-y about process (which I tend to do this time of year).
And I agree completely with this: In other words, I kept thinking, "Oh, I should leave fandom because !@#$!@#$!@," when the reality is I just need to pick out the raisins. Finding the raisins is the tough part, but once identified, I can pick 'em out and continue to enjoy the rest of it.
There's something about this time of year that brings out the pondering, doesn't it? Must be the internalized impulse to spring-clean. *hugs just because*
And I so agree about the difficulty in picking out the raisins--but better to crunch the occasional raisin in the slice of cake than to have no cake at all, right?
There's something about this time of year that brings out the pondering, doesn't it? Must be the internalized impulse to spring-clean. *hugs just because*
I think you're right about that. Maybe mental cleaning to go along with my pre-Passover cleaning (which will begin in earnest next week).
*hugs you back*
And I so agree about the difficulty in picking out the raisins--but better to crunch the occasional raisin in the slice of cake than to have no cake at all, right?
Oh, most definitely. I'd rather deal with the occasional raisin than have to go without cake completely.
(Ass, you will never be small yet I love your cushioning, Monroesque softness. Thighs, you have never been nor will you ever be thin, yet you are squeeze-worthy and bountifully fabulous! And so on...)
You are beautiful, I'm sure of this. *resists urge to warble you are beeeeyoooootifulll*
It's been easier in the past few years for me to accept my body, with its flaws and its strengths, because I've found myself attracted to all kinds of people (snobs excluded), wit and charm that come in all types of bodies. There is no 'type', and perhaps there shouldn't be one. (I just thought of a word for me: omniwhore!)
I always love it when you post. And yes, I come with marshmellows!
Omniwhore! Ha! I love that! I'm an omniwhore too--or at least the externals matter to me less than what's swooshing around on the inside, in that sexiest of places: the brain. So word, sister!
And marshmallows--yay! Let's roast and eat and make much with the merry!
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Anyway, my brain-burps aside, I must thank you for all your thoughts, including your final ones. I do love how those grapes sometimes end up as wine-ish communication, all flavorful and intoxicating, and not as little raisiny turds. (Yes, I'm going to beat this metaphor to death--why do you ask? Heh.)
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And I agree completely with this: In other words, I kept thinking, "Oh, I should leave fandom because !@#$!@#$!@," when the reality is I just need to pick out the raisins. Finding the raisins is the tough part, but once identified, I can pick 'em out and continue to enjoy the rest of it.
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And I so agree about the difficulty in picking out the raisins--but better to crunch the occasional raisin in the slice of cake than to have no cake at all, right?
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I think you're right about that. Maybe mental cleaning to go along with my pre-Passover cleaning (which will begin in earnest next week).
*hugs you back*
And I so agree about the difficulty in picking out the raisins--but better to crunch the occasional raisin in the slice of cake than to have no cake at all, right?
Oh, most definitely. I'd rather deal with the occasional raisin than have to go without cake completely.
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You are beautiful, I'm sure of this.
*resists urge to warble you are beeeeyoooootifulll*
It's been easier in the past few years for me to accept my body, with its flaws and its strengths, because I've found myself attracted to all kinds of people (snobs excluded), wit and charm that come in all types of bodies. There is no 'type', and perhaps there shouldn't be one. (I just thought of a word for me: omniwhore!)
I always love it when you post. And yes, I come with marshmellows!
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And marshmallows--yay! Let's roast and eat and make much with the merry!
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