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Elrond50 has a very simple, concise and easy to understand conservative clarification. I suggest it as a person with many conservative leanings. I have some liberal leanings too. I classify myself as a moderate. But when I hear people bash all conservatives, I can't help but get defensive. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elrond50 stated major differences that it would serve everyone well to remember.
I'd also like to say, on my political views, I am a moderate with a strong dislike for all politicians, regardless of party affiliation. Career politicians just grate on my nerves. Hence my vocal stance that I declare right now that I will be voting for Nader. Here's to a diverse country that can politically allow more than two parties!
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My dad saw my hair last night and raved over it. My mother again raved over it. I got quite angry and told them that maybe it would be best if they warned my grandmother not to say *anything* on Sunday. They know me. They know my personality. I can *feel* the anger in me when they rave over my current hair color. Nothing I'm saying is getting through to them. They give me "we know you don't like it, but we love it."
I didn't choose this color. I have chosen, off and on, for several years now to be a redhead, in varying shades. This is my choice. It took me a long time to find, on my own, the color of red that best suited my skin tone. Then I happened to find out through a hair stylist that my eventual color choice was perfectly right. I chose to be a redhead. This is a reflection of me. If I could I would have hair that's blue, pink, purple, green...anything bright and technicolor. But because of the constraints of the industry I work in and the industry I eventually will work in, I accept the fact that my hair color has to be in some realm of natural.
I, at one time, did try doing something like this with my hair. I dyed it mahoghany. I didn't like it. I had already tried this and didn't like it. That's a fact that my family has forgotten. I have gone through trial and error to find what I'm happy with. When I make a mistake with my hair, it's my mistake. There is something horrendously wrong with the people in my family that they feel the need to override my decisions regarding me on everything, including my hair color. My sister has always made mistakes and been allowed to do so. Maybe her falling into yelling/screaming mode at the drop of a hat had some advantages. She has vocally made her position known and the family knows they have to let her live her life. Me, I'm just little miss sweet and needy (even if they view me as stubborn), because they feel they can tell me their opinion on anything I do and I won't yell. They know I'll do what I want anyway, but I won't yell or get mad. But I do get mad. It makes me furious. My crying myself to sleep last night was a fluke, but the hair has been indicative about many problems. I was recently told, when discussing my issues with my church with my mom, that I never sit down and just lay all my feelings out on the table. Well, I do express my feelings, it's just that my family, who has told me over the years what my personality is, aren't picking up the obvious clues. Personally, I don't know how to state any more clearly that "I don't like my hair. It's not me. I didn't choose to be a brunette. I chose to be a redhead. This messes with my identity. When I look in the mirror with this hair, it's not a reflection of me." How hard is that? How hard is it to realize that me harping on *hair color* and saying how much I hate it means that you insisting that it's great is a bad idea? My mom is just not getting it. I actually don't want to see family members who haven't seen this color yet because of the fact that they're possibly going to rave about it, and I'm sick and tired of bottling up my emotions because it's just hair color.
And would you believe that this long-winded rant isn't helping? Heck, I've got classes that are driving me nuts. I've got car issues (the starter is going). I've got allergy issues. My hair is controllable by me. I can tell this is just a manifestation of displaced control issues. I feel like I don't have control in other areas of my life, so I want absolute control over my own hair. I should be a damn psychologist, because I can diagnose my own issues with absolute clarity (and I'm no dummy, I can tell when those that identified those issues to begin with, way back when I was a kid, aren't paying attention to me and noticing that they're not helping). So when they do this crap, the not listening, it plays into my *other* issues that I have. It's a nasty, vicious cycle.
Maybe I should just take time off from family this weekend. No contact with them since I have to spend three days with mom next week.
elrond50 stated major differences that it would serve everyone well to remember.I'd also like to say, on my political views, I am a moderate with a strong dislike for all politicians, regardless of party affiliation. Career politicians just grate on my nerves. Hence my vocal stance that I declare right now that I will be voting for Nader. Here's to a diverse country that can politically allow more than two parties!
***
My dad saw my hair last night and raved over it. My mother again raved over it. I got quite angry and told them that maybe it would be best if they warned my grandmother not to say *anything* on Sunday. They know me. They know my personality. I can *feel* the anger in me when they rave over my current hair color. Nothing I'm saying is getting through to them. They give me "we know you don't like it, but we love it."
I didn't choose this color. I have chosen, off and on, for several years now to be a redhead, in varying shades. This is my choice. It took me a long time to find, on my own, the color of red that best suited my skin tone. Then I happened to find out through a hair stylist that my eventual color choice was perfectly right. I chose to be a redhead. This is a reflection of me. If I could I would have hair that's blue, pink, purple, green...anything bright and technicolor. But because of the constraints of the industry I work in and the industry I eventually will work in, I accept the fact that my hair color has to be in some realm of natural.
I, at one time, did try doing something like this with my hair. I dyed it mahoghany. I didn't like it. I had already tried this and didn't like it. That's a fact that my family has forgotten. I have gone through trial and error to find what I'm happy with. When I make a mistake with my hair, it's my mistake. There is something horrendously wrong with the people in my family that they feel the need to override my decisions regarding me on everything, including my hair color. My sister has always made mistakes and been allowed to do so. Maybe her falling into yelling/screaming mode at the drop of a hat had some advantages. She has vocally made her position known and the family knows they have to let her live her life. Me, I'm just little miss sweet and needy (even if they view me as stubborn), because they feel they can tell me their opinion on anything I do and I won't yell. They know I'll do what I want anyway, but I won't yell or get mad. But I do get mad. It makes me furious. My crying myself to sleep last night was a fluke, but the hair has been indicative about many problems. I was recently told, when discussing my issues with my church with my mom, that I never sit down and just lay all my feelings out on the table. Well, I do express my feelings, it's just that my family, who has told me over the years what my personality is, aren't picking up the obvious clues. Personally, I don't know how to state any more clearly that "I don't like my hair. It's not me. I didn't choose to be a brunette. I chose to be a redhead. This messes with my identity. When I look in the mirror with this hair, it's not a reflection of me." How hard is that? How hard is it to realize that me harping on *hair color* and saying how much I hate it means that you insisting that it's great is a bad idea? My mom is just not getting it. I actually don't want to see family members who haven't seen this color yet because of the fact that they're possibly going to rave about it, and I'm sick and tired of bottling up my emotions because it's just hair color.
And would you believe that this long-winded rant isn't helping? Heck, I've got classes that are driving me nuts. I've got car issues (the starter is going). I've got allergy issues. My hair is controllable by me. I can tell this is just a manifestation of displaced control issues. I feel like I don't have control in other areas of my life, so I want absolute control over my own hair. I should be a damn psychologist, because I can diagnose my own issues with absolute clarity (and I'm no dummy, I can tell when those that identified those issues to begin with, way back when I was a kid, aren't paying attention to me and noticing that they're not helping). So when they do this crap, the not listening, it plays into my *other* issues that I have. It's a nasty, vicious cycle.
Maybe I should just take time off from family this weekend. No contact with them since I have to spend three days with mom next week.