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effervescible) wrote2001-06-16 11:01 am
effervescible) wrote2001-06-16 11:01 am
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Blood....I must have BLOOD!
Just got back from a run to the bloodmobile. It was at one of the car dealerships, which is notable only because I initially tried to park amidst the new for-sale cars. Mom got a call from Red Cross yesterday and it turns out they're low on O+ blood, so I felt I really should contribute. The actual process was surprisingly quick--the blood draining took maybe five minutes, tops.
had a few thoughts as I was calming down after I got stuck with the needle--why is it that people are so damned scared of them? I mean, needles aren't even a particular phobia of mine, and I was still nervous enough to want to shout "JUST GIMME THE DAMN NEEDLE ALREADY" and grab it and start stabbing myself with it, just to get it over with. And it still didn't hurt very much. Bee stings are much more painful. So why are people so afraid? I'm not belittling those with real phobias of needles, ones that inspire panic attacks and hyperventilating. Like I said, I was eeky about it too. But there are other things I do that are more painful, like the time last summer I climbed down 800 steps into the gorge with people on the rafting trip. Climbing back up 800 steps is a lot worse than giving blood, but I didn't get all freaked about that. Is there just something in the human consciousness that goes "Sharp pointy thing gonna hurt me run run run AIEEEE!" ? Or is it just that we know it's going to hurt, so the fear is magnified in our minds? I really don't know. But then, I'm not a psychology student to begin with.
Okay, last time this week I'm going to babble on about my own fic. This one, anyways. ;) I've had a couple of requests (and encouragement from Char) to continue the story glanced at in Bed of Nails, and I did think about it, though more likely from a different perspective than would be expected...say, Mako's or Luna's perspective afterwards, or Seiya's before. (Decided against the latter, since Koketsu has already outclassed anything I could do with her I-forget-the-title Seiya piece.) Last night I decided not to. There's really not anything that would be interesting to see. They break up their fated relationship, they try to heal it, blah blah blah--it's been done before. Done well or not, people have seen it, and there's nothing I feel I could really say in a unique and interesting way. There's also nothing that really compels me to write, like the initial idea did. I just wanted to show this one scene, this one pivotal moment, because something in my mood and the music I was listening to struck me so deeply that I really didn't have much choice about writing it. There's nothing like that now, and I wouldn't want to screw up a perfectly good story just so I can get more feedback. No. I'd rather work on Moon In Retrograde right now, anyways. Had a neat idea for Rei's introductory episode. And maybe more Dirty Old Man soon, if I can figure out how the blasted thing will end.
Boy, so much drama for fanfiction. Time for a little perspective, ne? *grin*
In conclusion--Indigo posted something nice this morning. Apologies to those who see it twice:
"If you are my friend...
I do not expect you to blow off my feelings just because you don't understand them.
If you are my friend, you can expect me to stand up for you within the limitations of
my own morality, even if I don't understand necessarily what you're upset about.
If you are my friend, you will not care whether you understand something that hurts
me. You will care that it hurts me.
If you are my friend, I will care that you are hurting, regardless of why.
If you are my friend, you will not lie to me.
If you are my friend, I will not lie to you. "
Now that, ladies and gents, says it all.
Must dash now before I'm late for work.
had a few thoughts as I was calming down after I got stuck with the needle--why is it that people are so damned scared of them? I mean, needles aren't even a particular phobia of mine, and I was still nervous enough to want to shout "JUST GIMME THE DAMN NEEDLE ALREADY" and grab it and start stabbing myself with it, just to get it over with. And it still didn't hurt very much. Bee stings are much more painful. So why are people so afraid? I'm not belittling those with real phobias of needles, ones that inspire panic attacks and hyperventilating. Like I said, I was eeky about it too. But there are other things I do that are more painful, like the time last summer I climbed down 800 steps into the gorge with people on the rafting trip. Climbing back up 800 steps is a lot worse than giving blood, but I didn't get all freaked about that. Is there just something in the human consciousness that goes "Sharp pointy thing gonna hurt me run run run AIEEEE!" ? Or is it just that we know it's going to hurt, so the fear is magnified in our minds? I really don't know. But then, I'm not a psychology student to begin with.
Okay, last time this week I'm going to babble on about my own fic. This one, anyways. ;) I've had a couple of requests (and encouragement from Char) to continue the story glanced at in Bed of Nails, and I did think about it, though more likely from a different perspective than would be expected...say, Mako's or Luna's perspective afterwards, or Seiya's before. (Decided against the latter, since Koketsu has already outclassed anything I could do with her I-forget-the-title Seiya piece.) Last night I decided not to. There's really not anything that would be interesting to see. They break up their fated relationship, they try to heal it, blah blah blah--it's been done before. Done well or not, people have seen it, and there's nothing I feel I could really say in a unique and interesting way. There's also nothing that really compels me to write, like the initial idea did. I just wanted to show this one scene, this one pivotal moment, because something in my mood and the music I was listening to struck me so deeply that I really didn't have much choice about writing it. There's nothing like that now, and I wouldn't want to screw up a perfectly good story just so I can get more feedback. No. I'd rather work on Moon In Retrograde right now, anyways. Had a neat idea for Rei's introductory episode. And maybe more Dirty Old Man soon, if I can figure out how the blasted thing will end.
Boy, so much drama for fanfiction. Time for a little perspective, ne? *grin*
In conclusion--Indigo posted something nice this morning. Apologies to those who see it twice:
"If you are my friend...
I do not expect you to blow off my feelings just because you don't understand them.
If you are my friend, you can expect me to stand up for you within the limitations of
my own morality, even if I don't understand necessarily what you're upset about.
If you are my friend, you will not care whether you understand something that hurts
me. You will care that it hurts me.
If you are my friend, I will care that you are hurting, regardless of why.
If you are my friend, you will not lie to me.
If you are my friend, I will not lie to you. "
Now that, ladies and gents, says it all.
Must dash now before I'm late for work.
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this is one of the reasons why i don't give blood. that and the fact i have low blood pressure and i'm inclined to black out.
blood
Re: blood
Glad you liked it.
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I personally haven't given blood in my life. I really want to but I know that it would be a major ordeal.