A Strange Quietness

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When I was younger and would get very, very mad (note: this only happens when I am very mad) I would seek attention by getting quiet. Not just the normal pouting and sulking, but a very strange and uncharcteristic quietness. This was a guarentee for attention, it was so highly unusual, that they were sure I was going to emminently die of the black fungus plague.

Yes, I was a precocious child.

Even now when I get quiet, it normally means I am quite upset or have had the worst of days. Today, everyone is peering at me quite oddly simply because I am quiet for a change. I do realize this is quite an unusual phenominon, but THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME. When you have asked me this question five times and I continue to give the same answer, that indicates that I am telling the truth. Dammit.

There are times (believe it or not) when I just want to be QUIET! STOP MAKING ME SHOUT!

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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