They stink?
Yes. No.
Oh, they make you cry.
No.
Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little white hairs.
NO. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers.
Oh, you both have layers. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions.
Yes. No.
Oh, they make you cry.
No.
Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little white hairs.
NO. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers.
Oh, you both have layers. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions.
I am a complex person. I am a chameleon. I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I'm slightly schizophrenic, possibly, or "at least a bit bipolar". I like to keep people on their toes. Smile, it confuses people.
Recently, I found the following meaning of my name passage that was a homework exercise from my pre-teen years. Enlighten yourself:
"This name comes from the hebrew language. Her strengths are that she speaks openly and honestly, if someone needs her, she will be there. She sets high goals and loves a challenge.
She is not an obvious person. The more you get to know her, the more you will like her. She is sympathetic, but strong-willed and is unlikely to be taken advantage of.
If she allows you to see her as her true self, you have indeed been given a rich and valuable gift"
I am all too fond of finding meaning where none is intended, or drawing conclusions that are unwarranted given the evidence they are based on. Of course, I pulled these statements straight out of bookmarks and fridge magnets, and it's absurd to assume that every child born with that name would have the same qualities. I know I'd hate to be lumped in with some of the people who share my birth name.
I don't speak openly and honestly. I am a cagey, guarded secret-keeper; a deceitful mistress of mystery. You think that you're the only one I'm hiding gossip from? Untrue, I don't give anything away, to anyone.
A large part of that is because I don't have much of interest to give. I am me, that's all I can be. Nothing much exciting happens to me, so I hide under a cloak of illusion that I am someone who you would like to know, that once you get to know me, you will not become bored too quickly. A rich and valuable gift? Unlikely. Just you wait and see...
On the jukebox: Alanis Morissette ~ Uninvited
I don't speak openly and honestly. I am a cagey, guarded secret-keeper; a deceitful mistress of mystery. You think that you're the only one I'm hiding gossip from? Untrue, I don't give anything away, to anyone.
A large part of that is because I don't have much of interest to give. I am me, that's all I can be. Nothing much exciting happens to me, so I hide under a cloak of illusion that I am someone who you would like to know, that once you get to know me, you will not become bored too quickly. A rich and valuable gift? Unlikely. Just you wait and see...
"Are you always this elusive?"
Yes.
On the jukebox: Alanis Morissette ~ Uninvited
I have a mug coaster that my gran gave me. It says, 'From the Gaelic meaning "fair". She is a good listener who will weigh up both sides of an argument. She has strong values in life.'
ReplyDeleteShe gave it to me a few years ago. When she gave it to me, she said, 'I gave your sister hers a while back. But I didn't think yours applied then.' I didn't know my gran very well, and she was heading down the Alzheimers route a bit by then, but that stung a bit. I've never seen my sister's, if she even got it.
Interesting.
J'adore le picture.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to be more elusive. Sadly, I have in the past let far too many people in and had to reap the consequences. Not anymore.
The sun in sails, and this ain't right.
There's more to her than meets the eye.
She comes and goes at any time,
Back in my head at another time.
Ahh, topical choice of song, I like :)
ReplyDeleteYou might wake up some morning
to the sound of something
moving past your window in the wind
and if you're quick enough to rise
you'll catch the fleeting glimpse
of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
you may see the floating motion
of the distant pair of wings
and if the sleep has left your ears
you might hear footsteps
running through an open meadow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
it's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of
across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
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