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Did you know that I can never conceive of even coming close to doing a split?

Did you know I couldn't either, and that's why I thought she was so enviable?

Do you know....that doing the split is not required to interpret complex Gothic stories?

Do you think they had fancy Gothic dishes and spoons in Gothic cafes for serving Banana Splits?

Do you know that I sense that you're probably right about this?

Have you heard of a place called Jahn's?

You astonish me! Tell me more, please.

Would you believe that I was jealous, because my little friend who could do the splits both ways and had the cutest blonde pigtails decided to play with someone else?

Would you believe I marched to the other girl's house to retrieve my friend, because I was so possessive of her?

Would you believe I walked across a busy road to go to Girl #2's house without looking both ways, and I got smashed by a bike-a-thon because either I didn't see them or I assumed they'd stop for me?

Would you believe one of the men carried me home in his arms like a dying, bleeding princess and I thought it was quite romantic?

Would you believe my parents didn't even know I'd left the house, but I still remember the look on my dad's face when I arrived home bleeding in some man's arms?

LOL

Uh ... from which ground shall I approach that? Pretty, the better to be ignored? No, that was my own generation, deliberately ditching pretty.

Rather an annoying word, in the context of Suffragettes.

Flashback to 1849:
"Were you at Seneca Falls? Did you hear Elizbeth Cady Stanton deliver her Declaration of Sentiments?"
"Ah, yes. Pretty and elegant."

How very wonderful! I can hardly wait to read your memoirs!! Truly, tell me you are writing your memoirs.
I am writing mine but have trouble thinking what to put on Page 2.

I wrote 188 pages and had it professionally bound for my ASD assessment. It was my response to the developmental history questionnaire. I added scanned photos, quotes from Elton John and Simon & Garfunkel songs, all my school reports, employment evaluations, and diary entries. Most of my developmental history answers ended up being multiple pages long, with anecdotal stories. It even had an appendix. lol. I'm not known for my brevity. I sent it by courier a month before my appointment and it seems the poor woman did read most of it. (Oh, I also put links to home movies of myself as a child).


"Go big or go home", said Isabella .... lol

But I did the same thing for my Jungian analyst! In text only, typed over 4 solid days and nights, by the light of one small lamp, glancing over my shoulder in terror.

I typed anything I could remember at random, with the date numerically at the front of the paragraph. At the end, I sorted it to get chronological order. It was about an inch thick. I punched 3 holes and bound it in a yellow term paper cover.

Later, I flung it down on my Jungian analyst's coffee table, thus ending her fears of my keeping analysis in my head. She did not read it at all.

Having defined ourselves then, should we redefine ourselves again now?

You had a Jungian analyst? Did you know I'm curious?!

Did you know this information: "My ASD assessment was in April, 2018 ... so I wrote this book just last year. This time last March I was absolutely obsessed with it, and up all night scanning photos. I started it around February 5 and I think I shipped it off around March 15. I'm already keen to do it again, as I've thought of more stories", or not?

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How should you approach it? As a compliment.

Do you know they were elegant, yet they were intelligent and witty.

Do you know the people in Seneca Falls were more advocates of women’s rights in general?

Do you know did not mean to be condescending at all?

Do you know that, in Victorian times, men could be “elegant,” too, without an implication of effeminacy?

I shouldn't copy over so much but I'm really not up to abbreviating it. Sorry

Jungian analyst - yes, on and off over 3 years in the 90s; i read Jungian lit non-stop; it's a life-skill. And you can see how much good it's done me just kidding, it did me a lot of good and still does. I want to talk to you about a dream later.

You're keen to do it again? Then do, please! I'm not keen on that but I think I'd like to paint my dreams.

Did you know I'd love to hear the dream although I'm not necessarily good at dream interpretation, and I think you should try painting?

Jungian analysis. Here is a dream (maybe I told you before).

I'm in my room and a few women come to tell my hurry over to the cathedral because people are waiting for me.
I go. The cathedral is empty except for 3 women dressed in pale satin, sitting in the last pew on the right. They are offended that I speak to them; they tell me to go stand in the middle of the aisle. I do that and start to fly, which is not upsetting. I fly out the top of the church onto the left side of the spire. All is peaceful wonder, silent snow (not-cold) against a midnight sky. My (deceased) dog meets me; I pick him up; he licks my face. I think (gladly), "It's over."

Okay, I gotta point out this is *not* a suicide dream. None of it is my doing, within the dream. So it's a natural passing.

Now then, the Jungian question - who are the 3 ladies?

I just figured that out; it took more time than usual.