Who Are You?
August 15th 2007 02:14
First of all, I tried to post this on Monday, so Im behind and Im feeling very frustrated about it. I should have been replying to replies on this post today. Now Ive got to bang it out and try and remember everything Ive said and finally get to the other stuff I was SUPPOSED to put up today.
So, First of all -
There seem to be two kinds of people. Those who are cold inside, and cant get warm, and those who are hot inside, and cant get cool. Im hot - All the time. My core is a furnace, my bones are on fire and my blood runs boiling. At the faintest suggestion of heat from the sun I start to sweat and I can feel the temperature rising to some intolerable level. As a child I used to faint a lot, literally blow up like a puffer fish. My sensitivitey to heat and light changed dramatically after a time (I think I was 13?) I rode my horse ALL day in 40 degree heat with no hat, no sunnies, and no sunscreen. I know I had heatstroke or sunstroke or something but I actually burned to surface of my eyes too - I was in a darkened room for nearly 3 days drinking ice and throwing up. Now I cant stand the sun, I cant stand the heat.
The other day the feed man goes - You can always cool down but you cant get warm. WTF? In 40 degree heat when the heat eminating from the hard baked ground is WORSE than the bastard sun, and with the boiling wind its now 50 degrees in the shade, how exactly do you stay cool? Aside from shopping centre grade air conditioning? Yes, you can cool down, but it doesnt last. Another prick of a thing living in a desert - The sun goes down, and you go - AH, Relief! But the Earth is fucking COOKING man, and that heat continues to rise up out of the ground ALL night. A temperature spike usually occurs around 10pm. The Earth doesnt release all her heat, so when the sun comes up the next day, its even hotter.
Kmans cold within. So's mum. They never seem to get warm. Its hard to make them understand why I love the cold so much. Ive only met a few people like me. Winters cold is hanging on but summers coming, Winter has been far too short, and even though I know she will return, it hurts to say goodbye. I feel cheated that summer lovers get SO much extra time at the expense of my precious winter.
Now - I am well aware that every single orble blog gets more 'hits' and 'individual readers' than actual comments. Indeed, if everyone who read commented as well orble itself may grind to a magnificent halt under the weight of text. I may of course be underestimating her there.
This is my formal invitation - there are about a hundred people regularly reading my blog. Who Are you? Are you all Orbears? Are you from other sites? What do you like most about my writing(animals, poetry, stories, dark thoughts?) I dont mind if you lie just tell me how you present yourself on the web.
To my dear orblears, have you asked these questions? Have you wondered who makes up those little numbers?
This has been attacking my curiosity for a while and now Im thirsty for it - Im so greatful to everyone who reads my ramblings, but now I feel Ive given enough to be able to ask....
Who Are You?
So, First of all -
WICKED WINTER
Bitter Winter they call her
(perhaps its why I love her so)
Suddenly alive in thrashing wind
and ice water thrown
on steaming, waiting skin
to shock and awaken
I do the human thing
I huddle in fire's aura
I try to warm my cells
useless this, with firey bones
and molten core
I sweat
and return to her again
Alive!
she makes me feel
away from drugging heat
Pain I welcome
Pain I cherish
so cold is no pain to me
how I love thee, Wicked Winter
blow down your ice -
my thirst is left unslaked
Bitter Winter they call her
(perhaps its why I love her so)
Suddenly alive in thrashing wind
and ice water thrown
on steaming, waiting skin
to shock and awaken
I do the human thing
I huddle in fire's aura
I try to warm my cells
useless this, with firey bones
and molten core
I sweat
and return to her again
Alive!
she makes me feel
away from drugging heat
Pain I welcome
Pain I cherish
so cold is no pain to me
how I love thee, Wicked Winter
blow down your ice -
my thirst is left unslaked
There seem to be two kinds of people. Those who are cold inside, and cant get warm, and those who are hot inside, and cant get cool. Im hot - All the time. My core is a furnace, my bones are on fire and my blood runs boiling. At the faintest suggestion of heat from the sun I start to sweat and I can feel the temperature rising to some intolerable level. As a child I used to faint a lot, literally blow up like a puffer fish. My sensitivitey to heat and light changed dramatically after a time (I think I was 13?) I rode my horse ALL day in 40 degree heat with no hat, no sunnies, and no sunscreen. I know I had heatstroke or sunstroke or something but I actually burned to surface of my eyes too - I was in a darkened room for nearly 3 days drinking ice and throwing up. Now I cant stand the sun, I cant stand the heat.
The other day the feed man goes - You can always cool down but you cant get warm. WTF? In 40 degree heat when the heat eminating from the hard baked ground is WORSE than the bastard sun, and with the boiling wind its now 50 degrees in the shade, how exactly do you stay cool? Aside from shopping centre grade air conditioning? Yes, you can cool down, but it doesnt last. Another prick of a thing living in a desert - The sun goes down, and you go - AH, Relief! But the Earth is fucking COOKING man, and that heat continues to rise up out of the ground ALL night. A temperature spike usually occurs around 10pm. The Earth doesnt release all her heat, so when the sun comes up the next day, its even hotter.
Kmans cold within. So's mum. They never seem to get warm. Its hard to make them understand why I love the cold so much. Ive only met a few people like me. Winters cold is hanging on but summers coming, Winter has been far too short, and even though I know she will return, it hurts to say goodbye. I feel cheated that summer lovers get SO much extra time at the expense of my precious winter.
Now - I am well aware that every single orble blog gets more 'hits' and 'individual readers' than actual comments. Indeed, if everyone who read commented as well orble itself may grind to a magnificent halt under the weight of text. I may of course be underestimating her there.
This is my formal invitation - there are about a hundred people regularly reading my blog. Who Are you? Are you all Orbears? Are you from other sites? What do you like most about my writing(animals, poetry, stories, dark thoughts?) I dont mind if you lie just tell me how you present yourself on the web.
To my dear orblears, have you asked these questions? Have you wondered who makes up those little numbers?
This has been attacking my curiosity for a while and now Im thirsty for it - Im so greatful to everyone who reads my ramblings, but now I feel Ive given enough to be able to ask....
Who Are You?
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