||[Jun. 4th, 2006:11:01 pm]
The Poor Man, Every Man's Religion
|||||La Familia - Mirah||]|
Henri Cartier is wonderful.
I'm Called: Erin Colleen McGuire. The only nickname I've ever had is Beanna, from my best friend. I wish I could fall in love with someone who would hold my face and call me Erin Colleen.
I was born: August 18th, I wish I'd been around in the 60s when the youth had opinions.
I live in: The little bubble of like minded people that we call Austin, Texas. It's nothing like the rest of Texas.
My spirituality: Agnostic but really my spirituality has nothing to do with any god. I want to feel a connection with the world more than anything. I admire Ahma, a spiritual guide from India who spends her days hugging tons of strangers and playing mother to the world.
My gender: Female.
My sexuality: Thus far I have only ever fallen for boys.
What makes me human: I still see some people and instantly make judgement as much as it makes me feel absolutely terrible.
Who I'm bound to fall (flat, hard, down, nose-in-the-dirt) in love with: I've decided recently that I would love to be with a man who often smells faintly of paint. Anyone I can keep up an interesting conversation. Someone with passion and charm. Funny but fully capable of discussing all the beautiful things.
What grabs me: If I see someone get yelled at hours later I may feel bad even though I'm not the person who was yelled at. Also people who do things for others, or people who are completely content with what life has given them. Happy people.
I make: Yesterday I started my first painting, I'm in love with photography, I can write music because I took music theory but I can't play any instruments, when I can't sleep I write. Poetry, prose, anything. I moderate a community for secrets.
Here's my devart: http://aspiringautumn.deviantart.com/
A few years ago I was down on the drag (a local shopping spot) and having a terrible day because some friends had blown me off and I was all alone with hardly any money.
Then a homeless man with an accent I couldn't quite place gave me a flower he had twisted out of grass.
I said "Thank you, it's so beautiul."
He said "You are."
He didn't do this for any money or alternative motives at least that's what I think.
He did it to see people smile, and I've never forgotten it.
I can't control my face. It does the strangest things.
I've had the same best friend since I was three monthes old and I am terrified of the day she'll leave for college more than I have ever been scared of anything my whole life.