These scores indicate that you are a progressive; this is the political profile one might associate with a university professor. It appears that you are skeptical towards religion, and have a pragmatic attitude towards humanity in general.
Your attitudes towards economics appear laissez-faire capitalist, and combined with your social attitudes this creates the picture of someone who would generally be described as libertarian.
To round out the picture you appear to be, political preference aside, an egalitarian with several strong opinions.
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not sure what this means. I assume the scale is 1-100. I like the university professor thing considering my current investigations in that arena
3 weeks in the woods (a real forest) and this was my home. It was more comfortable for longer than I imagined it could be. A little cold at times, always dry and a little too far from the bathroom but all in all an outstanding way to spend my nights.
Fest was outstanding. Found some new crushes and definitely some new friends I want to keep up with. Didn’t work as hard as I thought I would but worked hard enough to know when I was working and when I wasn’t. Lots of laughing with people. I was able to open up to people who ventured close enough but didn’t wear myself out seeking people out. Didn’t spend enough time with friends I knew who were there but was able to connect long enough for a few conversations and many hugs. I think I want a living arrangement that at times mimics the type of cameraderie I find at festival. I get to spend as much time as I want alone or with company. And it ends up feeling good.
Do you still have a friend if you have not spoken to them in years? Do you still have a friend if that person has said that they are un-friending you? Perhaps I am thinking about this in a self-serving way. I am loyal, such that it doesn’t matter if I have talked to you in a long time, I still call you a friend. but what good is that really?
Once I reach out and nothing comes back, what am I to do with that friendship then? Is that over whether I acknowledge it or not. Maybe it is only friendship in memory. “We were friends when…” but that has nothing to do with now this moment. In this moment, who are the people who are my friends and how do I determine that they are indeed friends not just people I know. I know a lot of people. That doesn’t make it a friendship though, does it? It doesn’t feel like it.
I remember when I was in third grade, Mrs. Griffiths class. We had a spelling bee. and the word I had was field. but I didn’t hear field. I heard feel or fill. I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong because what I heard was not the word I had to spell.
That was an aside. I don’t know if I have any friends. I don’t know what it means. I think I know what it means to be a friend; but maybe I’m getting that wrong too if I can come to the conclusion that I don’t have any.
I’d like to think that I have friends. What if I don’t? What if I’m just fooling myself?
Sometimes I feel alone. Not lonely that’s something else entirely. I mean alone. Like I’m that last of a long line of whatever I am and they aren’t coming back for me and there won’t be any new me and so I’m it. the last, the one and only and I am all that there will every be from here on out. and today, well this moment right here, I am sad about it.
The time is growing so very close to when the option of having a baby using my own uterus is coming to an end. I’m afraid that the time is past and so I seem to hold onto the thought that it is almost past.
I wanted a partner to have kids with. I wanted a family to bring kids into. The last relationship destroyed that possibility. 12 years of my life essentially given over to the beginning, middle, end, and recovery from that relationship. And now here I am, 44, almost 45. alone.
I think back to the almost baby. I do not find myself wishing for it. Strangly. I don’t know if I was right, I do know without a doubt that I did the best that I could at the time with what I had to work with. so I do not regret it. I do sometimes dream of scenarios where it was different. You cannot go back and change the past though. I don’t think of having babies without thinking of that almost one.
I wanted to be a grease monkey – an auto mechanic. I still do. Maybe when I grow up a little more.
I have some work I want to do. I left my home and came to the library (after a quick afternoon breakfast). The idea being that if I was in the library, surrounded by books and people looking like they were working on really smart stuff, and reading books, and goofing off in what looks like a meaningful way, then I might get the work done that I want to get done.
However, what happens is that I linger in that getting the computer ready so that I can begin to get ready to do the work I swore I came here ready to do. First, I have to download something, then I have to make room for it on the hard drive, meaning that I have to move files here or there; while I am waiting I check email, check dooce.com, maybe facebook, then remember what I was doing and go back to check the file transfer. By this time I’ve already been at the library an hour and have only just begun to begin the thing I came here hoping to be finish with in an hour.
and then I write 200 words about it and at least feel like I got something done.
I don’t really have any feeling about it other than ‘Okay’. It’s one of those things that when a person has been gone already for a long time, it seems kind of pointless when they say good bye. Not pointless but redundant. I mean you’re already gone, nothing left but the ceremony. And so I’ve already missed her. I’ve already been without her. Her goodbye is a formality I just don’t have any feelings about.
Except, I feel a bit of relief, like ‘hunh, that wasn’t so bad.’
I’ve been defriended. I’m surprisingly okay with it. I learned my lesson well: I have no desire to hold onto something that only I have expressed a desire to have.
I need blurbomat and dooce to get back together; more than I need to know or care what happened. I need them to work it out. I need him to move back in and be better at whatever he was bad at. I need her to be better at whatever she was bad at. I need them to do what they do best together, for each other. They need to reconvene the procedure, wake up to little reading girls and crazy coco and their poetry reading cat dog.
I don’t know why but I keep dreaming about it and I don’t want to anymore.