Everybody now!
Have you ever looked at your hands and thought 'How the hell can they be mine?' They seem somewhat... separated from you or your concept of who you are. You see them every day, staring down at them as they type, seeing them reach across for a biscuit o a drink, seen them unlock doors or open your wallet, but still... sometimes you look at them and think 'Wait... These can't be my hands!'

I've often thought my hands looked far too small. I know they're not - I've measured them against other people's hands, and they don't alter their size, so I know them to be a perfectly average sized pair of hands. But seeing them stuck on the end of my arms like they are, drifting slightly at the join where they seemingly attatch to the long, thin part of my arm that extends upwards ffrom my wrist, they look somehow out-of-place. Almost alien. The colour and texture is aged beyond the rest of my body - they do more, are exposed to the sun more, get less care - making them appear diferent in tone and texture to the rest of my body.

Of course, my hands cary all the familiar little markings - a series of small scars around the knuckle of my left index finger, freckles above my right wrist, all the things that indicate that yess indeed, this is your hand you're looking at. That and there is a sense of controll over them and thier actions. It's all so subconcious - barely a thought goes into it as they flicker over the keyboard they've worked at every day, push a needle though cloth as they sew on another button without stabbing yourself with the needle.

But sometimes there's that moment of disassociation, where although they behave and obey your commands, for a moment they don't seem to belong to you. They're external, something you can controll to a degree, but which seems outside of your own sphere of self.

And sometimes, they're just hands.
- posted by Washi @ 1:55 pm 0 comments

 
Meme?
1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results

1.Costume Designer
2.Special Effects Technician
3.Animator
4.Desktop Publisher
5.Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
6.Fashion Designer
7.Multimedia Developer
8.Set Designer
9.Graphic Designer
10.Computer Animator

Am I ever in the wrong line of work O_o I should be in theatre!

S.E.T. was one of my dream jobs as a young lass ^^;

Just for ammusements sake, the next ten?

11.Artist
12.Website Designer
13.Composer
14.Medical Illustrator
15.Industrial Designer
16.Potter
17.Craftsperson
18.Casting Director
19.Comedian
20.Musician

I'm sorry, but can anyone immagine me as a commedian? That would be laughable only in the sense that it would be chronically un-funny XP although a Potter is certainly an interesting one, given my dark history with clay. And Casting Director!
- posted by Washi @ 1:35 pm 0 comments

 
It might be a Parasite?
It seems that I have reached that certain point in my life - The point where every illness short of a head cold, however harmless, could potentially be pregnancy in the eyes of those around me – particularly women.

I personally know that pregnancy is a rather unlikely cause for any sickness I may experience. However, upon informing family that I, for example, don’t feel too well, the question inevitably comes up.

“Could you be pregnant?”

Well… yes, anatomically speaking, it is physically possible. However, there is generally pretty strong evidence to the contrary. And so, my answer is always an unequivocal ‘No, absolutely not. Think harder.’

An example – I frequently wake up feeling quite nauseous. Or become nauseous early in the day. Don’t know why it just happens. There was a while where I was nauseous after breakfast, regular as heck. Of course, the first question is ‘Are you Pregnant’. Perfectly logical, given the circumstances and with no other outside knowledge. However, this was most assuredly not the case.

My mother is onto this boat though, well and truly. Upon insisting that it wasn’t pregnancy, she responded with ‘Are you sure? Because the pill can fail…’ Well yes, I’m aware of that. That’s why I have Second cousins. If I was saying no based solely on the fact I’m having the pill, then there would be cause for concern. It was, in this case, a matter of timing which explained my surety. But enough of that.

The interesting point occurred when, rather then any illness being a potential pregnancy, any and all changes in weight became a potential pregnancy. My weight has always fluctuated somewhat – it’s generally in the same area, but it’s hardly a constant thing that I keep monitoring. So long as my clothes still fit, I don’t particularly care.

So now, all alterations in physicality are to be questioned. Eventually, I’m going to get sick of answering.
- posted by Washi @ 2:48 pm 0 comments