Absolutely fascinate me. I love people, in the odd way I love things. You know, slightly stalker-ish-ly? Ah. Well. I was going somewhere with this.
I think that's why I love Postsecret and FML so much. Real people telling their stories. I love stories. True stories especially. When my family gets together, I love to just sit quietly at the table and listen to them swap stories. I want more!
Maybe the reason I am so obsessed with other people is because I'm secretly an extrovert. I'm always curious about other people, and I love hearing about them. I'm just a very shy extrovert. Quite shy, yes, for a extrovert's standards.
I also soak up so much from other people. Like, I really have no personality traits of my own. I have quirks, yes, and opinions, and I let those define me, but really my behavior is always influenced by my mood, so I wouldn't count on assuming how I'll react to something.
I wish people would tell more secrets to me and consider me a good listener. I love knowing secrets, and I never tell them. Unless you were going to, like, commit suicide or something. But yeah, I wish people would come to me more often. I like to be in the loop, yet I am so frequently out of it. I wish I could be like Frank, and have people mail their secrets to me. Of course, that's taken...
Why not email me a story? It doesn't matter if you are a friend of mine or simply happened upon this blog by chance. Tell me something that's going on, tell me something that happened a long time ago. Tell me a story. You can make a fake email so I get it anonymously, or just use your real email. Your story can be funny, sad, interesting, inspiring, whatever. Gosh, I just want to paper my walls with the lives of people.
Yes, I am a tad creepy. Oh well. Please, tell me a story anyway.
Anna0power0@gmail.com
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About Me
- Anna Power
- Well, if you want the short description, I pretty much rock. The long description gets quite a bit long and rant-ish, where I start out talking about how insane people can be and get away with it, slowly descending into raving about system slaves and anarchy, screaming at the top of my lungs about the downfall of the entire human race, until I am reduced to twitching and occasional growling. Oh and fuck you all, I love Frida Kahlo.
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All of my stories are pointless and very small... otherwise I would help.
Once... in a far away land, there was a chicken. This chicken's name was Lillietta. Lillietta decided she needed to experience the world, so she flew to Switzerland. (She was a flying chicken). In Switzerland she realized her life's dream to make chocolate Jesus sculptures. These sculptures inspired controversy- and this made Lillietta very happy, for she was a hippy chicken. Then one day she died and turned into a tree. ...Idk.
GUYS!
Bridget, no story is pointless! And it doesn't matter how small they are. Just tell me something that happened to you... I don't know...
And Gaia, that was a lovely story, but I was really hoping to hear about YOU.
...Oh. My most exciting (recent) story is just the one how ryan found out i like(d) him. but that wasn't exciting, and you've already read it... hm. I'll think.
WHAT!?!
Er, tell your friends, too!
I have a boyfriend .....
I know, Neysa told me! EMAIL ME ABOUT HIM!
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