What object represents you?
Posted by yabbitgirl on Jul 28, 2011 · Member since Apr 2006 · 14266 posts
I was looking at the Secret Vespers archive and came across this question. Posters had the most diverse answers imaginable.
It reminded me of my friend Annie who used to say she "had a heart like a poorhouse blanket, a warm side for everybody."
What object represents you?
Saguaro cactus....prickly on the outside; soft on the inside.
a dildo
JK sorry I couldn't help it.
um...
i'll get back to this when my mind's out of the gutter.
A quilt. Many fragments, stitched together to make a whole. Harmony out of chaos and beauty out of brokenness. Pieces that seem not to fit with anything in themselves, but put it all together and it works.
Also, I'm a warm old softy!
I'm bringing this topic back. I'm sure I interpreted the question, "what object represents you?" differently than what was intended. But here we go....
A Pilot branded black ink pen represents me. In my childhood, I always had a black pen. I used to fill-out comment cards at all the restaurants we visited.
In junior high, I found the power one can hold by giving cards to people. For some reason, I got some weird enjoyment seeing my mom or my grandmother cry. Not sad tears but tears that refreshed their souls. There's satisfaction I get seeing someone being moved to happy tears.
In high school, I continued to give cards. I also discovered notes to and from girls. Again, something beautiful about seeing a girl smile from something you've said. I also got myself in trouble a few times because some girls had boyfriends and the guys would read the things I would say. Oops.
Also, in high school, I developed a great friendship with the director of a choir in which I participated. We sent cards, letters and gifts. I know I've mentioned him before.
In high school, I discovered poetry. Heartache, torture, misery, suicide, loneliness, and self-destruction were my themes. It's funny, I'm happiest I've ever been in my 28 years and I can't write anymore poetry. I've never written a happy poem.
In conclusion, I still write cards..letters..notes..comment cards..and send gifts. I still get enjoyment out of making people cry happy tears. All of these I did and do using a Pilot branded black ink pen. This is my object that represents me. This a piece in the Josh puzzle.
A bottle of fine bourbon. Probably single barrel, hand numbered and all that stuff. Why? I'm pretentious and finnicky. Not everyone likes me... some downright hate what I stand for. What's inside is complex, harsh, and interesting enough to go back for that second sip.
Or maybe I'm just a shallow alcoholic attention whore. Who knows.
You're legit, secondbase. I think you're a fun guy even when, on ocassion, you tease me. I can joke back with you. Plus you like Carlin so that's awesome. I like what you posted here.
A bottle of fine bourbon. Probably single barrel, hand numbered and all that stuff. Why? I'm pretentious and finnicky. Not everyone likes me... some downright hate what I stand for. What's inside is complex, harsh, and interesting enough to go back for that second sip.
Or maybe I'm just a shallow alcoholic attention whore. Who knows.
dude, i was just gonna do the bottle thing of course you beat me to it and did it way better than i could...
a dildo
lmao fb... i haven't seen this side of you lolssss
A quilt. Many fragments, stitched together to make a whole. Harmony out of chaos and beauty out of brokenness. Pieces that seem not to fit with anything in themselves, but put it all together and it works.
Also, I'm a warm old softy!
My first thought was a 1880's era crazy quilt. Bits of satin and silk, wools and cottons mixed together in no "apparent" order, held together by a lot of needle work, some hidden for strength, some surface and just for show. Bits of life sown in with the patches, prize ribbons from county fairs, military awards, political sashes etc. Buttons and lace added "for pretty". they were the hight of fashion, for just a few years, and then dismissed unworthy of a quilter's time yet survive and are still made today.
In many ways, I am the sum of many random things.
Beautiful, guys! Keep them coming!
And semiveg, you and I were separated at birth, no matter what the age difference.