Meme of Meme Gables
Jan. 12th, 2003 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tzikehI have to work today, even though it's Saturday. I have to work tomorrow, too. So I'm going to take a break today and do this meme, and then tomorrow I'll take a break and do another. One day I might actually post something original. For now, this will have to suffice.
And no, I don't think I'll tell who is who. It's better that way.
We've become really good fannish friends over the past few years and that's great, but I often feel like I'm skimming the surface with you. You have a polite veneer which places a space between me and you, or possibly I just interpret it that way. Maybe I'm not used to quiet maturity in my friends.
I wish I were more prolific and/or more eloquent just so that you would continue to take notice of me. I often wonder how I ever managed to get onto your radar screen, but I am forever pleased that I did.
You are a dear and good person and you have no idea how powerful you are. Your truthfulness, integrity, and lack of cunning would be unbelievable to me if I hadn't seen them in action for years. That one thing has to stop, though -- you know the thing.
You are one of my favorite people to hang out with online and, when I get the chance, in real life too. I can never tell if you can tell that I'm not angry when I disagree with you. Sometimes I worry that you think I'm pissed off. I'm not.
You and I have bounced around fandom in near-misses for a long time, and never sat down to talk to one another until just recently. I'm glad we're starting to connect a bit more and I hope it continues. We fascinate one another and both worry that it's a sham, which is as good a start as any to a friendship.
I don't know you well, but either your lj intrigued me or we've met via a friend in common and struck up conversations. Perhaps over time we will come to know one another better. Once that happens, if it happens, we will either bond like crazy or wave at one another from afar, smiling and pleasant but not connecting.
I keep forgetting that everyone else I know in fandom doesn't know you the way I do, and so I constantly refer to things you've said or done as if it were common knowledge. They're always impressed or amused and wonder why they don't hear from you on lists or on lj or in chat. The answer to that is yours to give, but if you could find your way past it, you would be inundated with friends. The conundrum is that you don't want them and yet you do.
In my life, I will never do work anywhere near the quality of what you seem to fling effortlessly at us, month after month and year after year. Getting to talk with you, when you're around, is always a highlight of my day. We're in very very different fandoms now, but I still love chatting with you.
You have been a friend for years; before we even knew we knew one another. We have such strange and sideways commonalities, and then we have differences we simply don't understand or are completely annoyed by. But we both know it doesn't matter because we connect in a simpler way.
How did we not know one another before? Our friendship is one of the very best things that has come out of my years in fandom, or, more broadly, my experience of meeting other humans. I'm so glad I never had a sister, because she could only pale beside you. You are more to me than all the words of the English language can convey, and between the two of us we know them all. If we were both of proper persuasion, availability, and gender, I'd be right over.
I've only recently met you through either lj or chat or a mailing list, but I've so enjoyed our discussions together that I had to add you. I often feel like I co-opt people into being my friend and you are no exception, but as our relationship progresses you will come to co-opt me as well. Or, you know, not.
You are spectacularly intelligent and well-spoken. We may not always agree, but everything you say is interesting to me. I have no idea how you are able to translate thought into the exactly perfect words every time.
I worshipped you from afar and then worshipped you from anear. You're still the coolest; whenever you compliment me or thank me for something, I and buoyed all day. We have friends in common who are troublesome and that makes conversation occasionally difficult, but we persevere. I miss you.
I once thought you hated me. Interestingly, you thought I hated you too, and we were both wrong. I don't get to spend nearly enough time getting to talk to you, either online or in person, and I wish that would change.
We met only recently, but our ability to tease each other mercilessly has been a huge help when it comes to blowing off steam. We look for very different things in fandom, but that only gives us more to joke about together.
You confound me. You make me laugh like few people can. I adore you and fear you; I can never tell if I'm about to step over one of your lines. Even though I know you forgive me my tresspasses, I bind myself up in anxiety that I will one day unintentionally go too far.
You're a crazy woman and I hate you for being so incredibly talented as to make me want to beat people over the head with your work. Getting to know you has been a real treat.
And no, I don't think I'll tell who is who. It's better that way.
We've become really good fannish friends over the past few years and that's great, but I often feel like I'm skimming the surface with you. You have a polite veneer which places a space between me and you, or possibly I just interpret it that way. Maybe I'm not used to quiet maturity in my friends.
I wish I were more prolific and/or more eloquent just so that you would continue to take notice of me. I often wonder how I ever managed to get onto your radar screen, but I am forever pleased that I did.
You are a dear and good person and you have no idea how powerful you are. Your truthfulness, integrity, and lack of cunning would be unbelievable to me if I hadn't seen them in action for years. That one thing has to stop, though -- you know the thing.
You are one of my favorite people to hang out with online and, when I get the chance, in real life too. I can never tell if you can tell that I'm not angry when I disagree with you. Sometimes I worry that you think I'm pissed off. I'm not.
You and I have bounced around fandom in near-misses for a long time, and never sat down to talk to one another until just recently. I'm glad we're starting to connect a bit more and I hope it continues. We fascinate one another and both worry that it's a sham, which is as good a start as any to a friendship.
I don't know you well, but either your lj intrigued me or we've met via a friend in common and struck up conversations. Perhaps over time we will come to know one another better. Once that happens, if it happens, we will either bond like crazy or wave at one another from afar, smiling and pleasant but not connecting.
I keep forgetting that everyone else I know in fandom doesn't know you the way I do, and so I constantly refer to things you've said or done as if it were common knowledge. They're always impressed or amused and wonder why they don't hear from you on lists or on lj or in chat. The answer to that is yours to give, but if you could find your way past it, you would be inundated with friends. The conundrum is that you don't want them and yet you do.
In my life, I will never do work anywhere near the quality of what you seem to fling effortlessly at us, month after month and year after year. Getting to talk with you, when you're around, is always a highlight of my day. We're in very very different fandoms now, but I still love chatting with you.
You have been a friend for years; before we even knew we knew one another. We have such strange and sideways commonalities, and then we have differences we simply don't understand or are completely annoyed by. But we both know it doesn't matter because we connect in a simpler way.
How did we not know one another before? Our friendship is one of the very best things that has come out of my years in fandom, or, more broadly, my experience of meeting other humans. I'm so glad I never had a sister, because she could only pale beside you. You are more to me than all the words of the English language can convey, and between the two of us we know them all. If we were both of proper persuasion, availability, and gender, I'd be right over.
I've only recently met you through either lj or chat or a mailing list, but I've so enjoyed our discussions together that I had to add you. I often feel like I co-opt people into being my friend and you are no exception, but as our relationship progresses you will come to co-opt me as well. Or, you know, not.
You are spectacularly intelligent and well-spoken. We may not always agree, but everything you say is interesting to me. I have no idea how you are able to translate thought into the exactly perfect words every time.
I worshipped you from afar and then worshipped you from anear. You're still the coolest; whenever you compliment me or thank me for something, I and buoyed all day. We have friends in common who are troublesome and that makes conversation occasionally difficult, but we persevere. I miss you.
I once thought you hated me. Interestingly, you thought I hated you too, and we were both wrong. I don't get to spend nearly enough time getting to talk to you, either online or in person, and I wish that would change.
We met only recently, but our ability to tease each other mercilessly has been a huge help when it comes to blowing off steam. We look for very different things in fandom, but that only gives us more to joke about together.
You confound me. You make me laugh like few people can. I adore you and fear you; I can never tell if I'm about to step over one of your lines. Even though I know you forgive me my tresspasses, I bind myself up in anxiety that I will one day unintentionally go too far.
You're a crazy woman and I hate you for being so incredibly talented as to make me want to beat people over the head with your work. Getting to know you has been a real treat.
