Hi! My name is Sitting Pretty and I live in Cebu City (for now, anyway).
(I don't overestimate my own pulchritude, I chose the name 'Sitting Pretty' only because it rhymes with 'Cebu City')
Let's see, how can I describe myself in a way that's not trite, pretentious, or affected? Um, I'm 25, I like to read. I wish that I could...
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Hi! My name is Sitting Pretty and I live in Cebu City (for now, anyway).
(I don't overestimate my own pulchritude, I chose the name 'Sitting Pretty' only because it rhymes with 'Cebu City')
Let's see, how can I describe myself in a way that's not trite, pretentious, or affected? Um, I'm 25, I like to read. I wish that I could just sit around and read forever and not worry about little things like oh, say, putting food on my table or achieving anything of consequence in my life. I'm an agnostic (but don't tell my mom, because she'll be offended). I hate being rushed when I'm in no hurry and I hate being slowed down when I am. I genuinely enjoy my solitude and am given to extended periods of inutile introspection. I say inutile because whenever I sit and think about the big questions I end up with more questions than when I began...and a headache. I also have the habit of slipping into a state of inexplicable melancholy (I don't think it's pathologic, though.) Existentialists would say that this is the inherent human condition, but I like to think that happiness is the human condition. I'll tell you if I ever find evidence to substantiate that theory. I always feel like I'm searching for something I don't remember ever possessing...and I'm constantly disappointed when I can't find it.
Favorite Artist: Edward Hopper (for his realist paintings that depict loneliness and the alienation of city dwellers)
Favorite Author: Ayn Rand, I suppose for her intransigent views on the morality of reason, and reality.
Director I Recently Discovered and Like a Lot: Ingmar Bergman (whose movies depict loneliness and alienation, as well)
*Aren't I a cheerful person? *
I'm really big on REALITY, and am constantly irritated by people who insist on living in a false reality of their own creation. Oh, well. What can ya do.
I gesticulate a lot when I speak. And I speak so fast, people are always telling me to slow down. I'm either bouncing off the walls or blending into them, depending on my mood du jour. What else...the first REAL novel I ever read was Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. It was given to me by my 6th grade English teacher, Ms. Watson, when she noticed that I was beginning to tire of the Goosebumps books. She is the only teacher from my childhood who made a real impression on me, and whom I remember fondly. I hope she's doing well wherever she is now.
Anyways, this really is too much information... I have a blog but the content is kind of vapid and the writing embarrassing so I'll put up the url when I make a post that I can admit to writing (if this ever happens).
ADD ME as a friend if you want, I'm not a snob. =) Happy New Year to you!
www.sittingprettyincebucity.blogspot.com
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