This is gay, you liar.

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I couldn't help it...I'm sorry.

My reasons are lame though. I grew up before people started saying that, now as an old crotchety adult I lever really learned the lingo. *waves cane*

Oh, for sure. That's hella tight bro.


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You forgot "I hate pie"

so can we all assume that one in the bottom left reigned true? cause i know damn well it would be true for me. XD

Yep, I'm thinking of several things I really wanted to put in there but forgot....

There's always Part 2! It could be a series: "Shout It Out: An Autobiography in Blurbs".

lol. yup. thatd be me.

I've read several of these as they sort of infested FA for a time....I can honestly say I think this is the most interesting shout it out meme I've ever seen.

Thank you :)

there are a few things on there that I ask myself the same things. Such as why do people shade in gray, rather than in softer or muted colors. For me, it's because I'm still learning how to improve my art. ^^

Why do people not want their personas to look as they do anymore? Because self image for many [myself included] has been beaten into the ground by the media, peers, family and our mirrors. Most of us truly believe we're not good enough for out there. or even for ourselves. It's not an excuse mind you, but it is the way many people feel.

Sorry, I really didn't mean to answers your meme in this way. It's just those are a couple of the things that stood out to me, that I've asked myself pretty much the same thing.

Interesting take on this.

Gen, this is wonderful. Thank you for sharing some really, really "human" things about yourself with us.

TM

I know what to get Gen for her birthday. A dump truck full of lemon candies.

I would die! They could find my corpse stuck in the middle of a pile of old candy like those solid masses in grandma's candy dish.

they may just find your body perfectly preserved in it. XD

Interesting stuffs!
I've got that thing about the psychically empathy too! I think its a cool gift to have ^^

I think I might have to do this myself....

I'm curious about the empathy thing... only because I have never understood how people can "know" what someone else is feeling or thinking... seems completely abstract to me... *shrugs* Interesting to read though.

It's a dying art for who knows why. I don;t know exactly why or how I manage it. Maybe I have an instinctual ability to read body and vocal language. Maybe I really do have a gift from God. Maybe I'm psychic. Probably little bits of everything.

I do think part of it comes from the fact that I was raised amidst very emotionally manipulative people, so I learned how to play the game right back to defend myself.

That prolly did help.

Wow... wish you could have read what happened to me almost immediately after posting that.... had a very bad reaction to blood sugar.... nearly died..... (got to the shacking and profusely sweating/blacking out level.) Never done that before o_0

Oh man! Are you diabetic, or did you just have a really bad blood sugar crash? I hope you're going to be okay!

Diabetic and going through some kind of flu like symptoms. So i took an over the counter flu med.... that combined with my insulin with dinner seemed to try and kill me tonight... still kind of reluctant to sink back to sleep now.... woke up just.... yeah... My blood sugar was at 60... which for me was exceedingly low.

Most over-the-counter flu medicines have enough sugar in them to send a busload of 5-year olds in to sugar shock, but they don't tell you that. Mah boyfriend is Type 1 diabetic so when we buy stuff for when he's goin' through a flu, we make sure to ask for sugar-free medicine. He spend a week in ICU because a chemist sold him a regular flu remedy by mistake.
Hope you recover quickly from this *hugs from a strange vixen*

Or maybe you're part Betazoid

You make your points clear, very straight spoken in you opinion. it's why i'v been watching you for so long!

Qoate: "I wish others would shade in colors instead of gray."

I'm a skunk, black and white. My shade is gray. Well, maybe not when I'm blushing. And sometimes there is a green shaded cloud.

Gen's an arctic fox, so technically she's black and white. Yet as you see I didn't use gray to shade her :)

Not at all! Personally I love using blues and purples for shading. Just try to imagine the ambient light and items around the character plus the basic vibe of the character. I don;t use blue to shade Gen, for example, because blue is sort of a cold color and I want her to come across as warm, so instead I use pinks and purples.

Just don't be afraid to experiment is all.

I always try and challenge myself to leave greys out when shading....unless its a pencil sketch

Ultra late to the party, but my two cents; in 7th grade art class we were taught to shade with blues for 'cool' shadows and browns for 'warm' ones. It's been close to two decades since i had time to put pen or pencil on paper for drawing. :-\ It's somewhere on my to-do list. . .

That was a fascinating read and a very thought provoking meme. :)

This an awesome read :) I love artists whom are very open about themselves and have a strong personality :) It was awesome to meet you at FWA and I love the livestreams. I consider you a very good friend of mine. :) *hugs*

Gen, would you consider doing something like this for others?

I never thought about it, but I don't see why not. The art is the easy part of these, really. The rest is just mixing up the fonts and the font colors.

That was very interesting!

I also *HATE* being tickled!!!

There is something ironic in hearing that from someone who portrays themselves as a hyena ;)

I love laughing, it's true. But not by tickling!!! It's a type of torture for me. (Stupid older brothers!!!)

I completely can understand the psychic empathy situation. I can do the same thing as well, for me it's kinda like knowing how people are feeling and it just kinda scares me sometimes cause I can feel how a person is feeling and still not know what to do or say.

Interesting meme and its cool though

Before I start, I am letting you know that I am what my grandmother, grand aunt and my late mother described as "Sensitive". I have always been like this, always had small feelings that couldn't be described in any other way than strange. And it runs in my family.

In the city I now live, there are places I won't go near, not because of anything that's happened to me but because I get strange feelings from them. Like a certain house in a small street linking one of the main roads to the beach road, I cannot walk pass it because of the feeling of despair I get from that house, locally it's called the Murder Hoosie because a 6 year old girl was found murdered and raped in the cellar of that building during the 1930s.

My Sensitivity has also made several school trips interesting and on one occassion downright terrifying.

One year, our school decided on a weekend trip down to Edinburgh, to tour certain sites for a report on Haunted Places for Halloween. One of the sites was a graveyard, which has this large mausoleum in it. The mausoleum is said to hold a "Great Evil" and our teacher thought it would be a good idea to go and look at this building... I wasn't too happy about this, voiced my nervousness about it and got told that, "It'll be okay. It's just a building." The class arrives at the graveyard and are slowly wandering through towards this mausoleum, my friend who was holding my hand could physically tell I was getting more and more unnerved the closer we got to it. After two hours, the class arrived, and the teacher wanted to get a photo of the mausoleum with a student leaning on it. She chose me... I clearly wasn't happy about this, but she forced me to lean against the building. I was crying quietly when I leaned on it, next thing the class knew I had PHYSICALLY jumped 10 feet and was running screaming and crying openly from the place. I didn't stop running until I was back in the school bus, hiding in the footwell of the back seats, my friend took a photo just as I touched it. On the wall, some 6 feet behind me was a 12 foot tall shadow and it was clearly reaching for me. The sun was shining directly on that wall, there was no one but me standing near that wall, and my own shadow was cast in front of me...

Another school trip out to a nature reserve just up the coast of the city I live in, I was throughly enjoying myself out there, I love being surrounded by nature, I feel at peace when I am. The ranger is guiding us around, and decided that we'll have lunch in this old broken down kirk (small church), the class file in and he notices that I've stopped at the door, shivering a bit. He comes over and asks me why, I tell him that the inside of the kirk feels wrong and I don't want to go in. He accepts this, and asks if anyone wants to sit outside with me as he's not going to insist I enter, two of my friends sit outside with me, as we eat our lunches. The ranger starts to tell us a local legend about the kirk that we are at, telling us that the minister had been a bad sort and that the Devil himself came and took him away, cursing the kirk in the process...
Later on the same trip, my class are looking a free-standing rock pillar from about 10 feet from the cliff edge (can't remember the proper term for them, you see them a lot in postcards) and I can hear singing. I look around at my class and no-one's saying a word (and we weren't allowed to bring any electronics so no personal stereos, cellphones, whatever), and I mention this to the ranger, who looks a little spooked at that point, who turns to see four of the guys getting dangerously close to the cliff. He basically cuffs them and drags them back away from the edge, and gets the guys in the class to move away from the pillar NOW! He turns to see a couple of us, with the female ranger looking down at the small cave at the bottom of this pillar, and she asks me if I can still hear singing, I could and then pointed out a girl disappearing into the cave, and told her that it seemed that it was the girl down there doing the singing. The rangers shifted the class the instant I said that, to a nearby campground and asked me again, if I could still hear the singing. I told them no, and we get told that the cave I saw the girl go into had sevral legends attached to it, one was a girl had hidden in there, and sang to attract her groom to her so they could elope, he was late and she drowned. Now she sings to attract a groom to live with her for eternity, another one was that it was a lair of a Siren.

When I used to work, me and my friends would always take this same little alley to cut down on how long it took us to get home, it saved us some 10 minutes. We worked at nights, so we'd stop in a little pub for a hour to unwind before walking home.
One night, when we were about to go down the alley, I just froze. I refused to step into the alleyway, no matter what my friends said or did, I simply would not go down that narrow path. My friend who knew me as Witchypoo, realised that I was getting one of my "Sensitivity Spikes" and decided to direct the small group the long way home, I relaxed when we walked away.
Next day, we were walking to work and saw the alleyway sealed with police tape, and a poor young policeman warding people away from it. Intrigued, we stopped and asked. We explained that we'd walked past it last night, he told us it had been a good thing we'd walked past instead of going down like we usually did, as someone had been murdered in the alleyway the night before, about thirty minutes before we would have gotten there. The murderer was caught in the alleyway, waiting on another victim three hours later. I had gone white at this, and had a panic attack.
3 months later, I know this'll sound strange to a lot of you but I went into the alleyway with a small fish supper, laid it down in the alcove the victim was found, and said, "That's for you. Thanks for warning us." I feel a warmth around me, and I swear I heard a male voice whispering, "You're welcome, miss."

And I knew when my mother and grandfather had died, twenty minutes before I got the phone call from the hospital. That was the only reason I didn't break down and cry... I did that later, at the hospital.

And sorry for the massive reply, Gen!!

Why is it that this sensitivity only seems to work for sensing bad stuff like death and evil?
I'd prefer to sense where people are happy and go there. Ever worry you you find so much evil to run into?

It works both ways. That's just some of the negative stuff I've picked up on. I cut mah reply short when I realised how much I had written, and didn't want to pretty much write a huge journal in Gen's comments. Positive things I've sensed have included two friends bein' pregnant (they weren't showin' at the time), where a local nature spirit resides, a ghost known as the Watcher (who haunts mah old high school) and is a friendly, protective spirit, and kinda comforted me when I was bullied and would hide in the stairwell he resides, I could feel him sittin' beside me, with his arm on mah shoulder. Also the ghost of the Founder of the funeral home I used to work nights at. Now that was an interestin' job, when you're sensitive, the funeral home had a 24 hour access mausoleum so they needed night shift.
And yah, I worry that evil can leave such a mark on a place.

Wow... Fascinating stories there. I've always been fascinated by the paranormal and such, as I might've touched on in my huge reply below. But I'm the complete opposite, and haven't even had the experiences that "normal" people would have (like seeing things out of the corner of their eye). I seem completely oblivious to these things, but still want to believe in them, especially since my best friend has fascinating stories of his own. I am fond of saying that I'm the crazy one, for wanting to believe these things while having no reason to. People like you certainly aren't crazy, you're just trusting your senses, and it clearly pays off. :)

You would be a very interesting person to meet, Gen.

This is awesome! I gotta try making one these...

I used to be much more empathic when I was younger. It really really hurt. Most people are very insensitive to what they think/say/do. Even good people, ones I call friends, would regularly hurt me with what they are. If I ran into people who were outright mean almost as I have in my jobs, with that sensitivity as a kid i'd be a wreck.
Luckily I've built up quite an immunity and even can point out to myself things that are not good to take in. One reason I do not listen to anything from the FOX channel. Its so caustic... If I believed in souls, I don't know how it couldn't erode one. That stuff is close to pure evil as I'd believe in. Masquerading as 'good'. That's the worst kind of evil, and the most prevalent.

Here's a quote to deal with people resenting happiness you may like too!
"If one wishes to find fault in others joy, then perhaps that person is joyless"

Oh and also Self Surgery? eeeek. Are you Kronen? What's up with that?

Well, stuff like how I'm not afraid to take care of ingrown toenails or splinters. Not, you know... replace my own kidney...

Casualty triage; no problem. Getting an injection of any kind; don't let me see that needle go in unless you are ready to handle someone going into panic induced shock. I would die if I ever became insulin dependent diabetic.

Very interesting! I see we have some similarities, and also healthy differences. My goal in life is not to be rich, or famous, or influential... but to be happy. I'm kinda in a slump right now to be honest, since college is dragging on and I never saw the appeal of the American rat race... 50+ years of working 40 hours a week just so you can retire when you're too old to have fun anymore? I just want to help people, though that can lead to a problem of being walked on sometimes.

I grew up in a not necessarily manipulative household, or at least, not on purpose. But guilt motivated everything back when I was a kid. It was drilled into my head to do well in school, and I feel guilt if I don't. Heck, I feel guilt for almost everything these days. Anytime I have things easier than someone I know, I feel bad about it... Guilt kind of haunts me to this day. My good friends are always telling me to find other ways to motivate besides guilt-tripping myself, but that doesn't make it easy.

I admit to escapism, myself. My fursona looks nothing like me -- for one thing, he's got a lot slimmer of a waistline. But escapism has always been a coping method for me. My biggest interests include video games, dreams, and when I was younger, books. Don't read at all these days though. It's another thing my friends bug me about, though not as much since they're all gamers themselves. I just feel like this world is so messed up, and I don't like trying to face it or fix it. It seems impossible.

One thing that fascinates me is that you, like my best friend, are very good at reading people. I have always been extremely BAD at reading people! I am naive, trusting, and oblivious. Though, I'm not just oblivious to people's feelings, but also even the things around me, or just problems I don't want to face -- I'm good at the "mental blinders". I think a lot of that comes from having Asperger's, which meant I had no social skills whatsoever as a kid. I try not to use it as an excuse though, because I don't think it's holding me back too much. On the other hand, maybe it is and I've got a mental blinder over it. Hmm... as you can see this isn't an easy task. xD I think I've rambled on enough though. Can't help myself sometimes! >.>

I hate children, they have to many bones that get stuck in the teeth... :x

And they don't even fit in the microwave.

This might be my favorite shout it out ever. It actually gave me some food for thought.

Loving it and agreeing with much of it!
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Definitely one of the more positive ones I've read bravo

Angst is silly :) I got that all out of my system long long ago.

I keep meaning to do one of these... Never get around to it though... Mostly cause I keep failing at drawing my character in even the most remote sense of how I picture it. That and I doubt I'd have enough page space.

Quite an interesting group of facts. I think I'd like to meet you sometime.

Also, love The Great Divorce. ^.^ Nearly brought me to tears at one point.

Great meme! :} I should do one. I keep myself shut pretty tight on the internet, unless it's someone I really know. But maybe if I'm a little more open, I'll get some feedback. But that's probably wishful thinking. People look for good art before they look for interesting journals. My art... needs help. ^,^;

Woot! Canadian bacon FTW!

pretty interesting and quite funny ^_^ read each of them and found myself laughing because some of them i am much the same. the part about reading others is something that i have come to accept about myself as being both a curse and a blessing, in a lot of ways i find it more like a animals natural instincts, like if you ever had a dog or had friends with dogs and notice how they growl or are happy around certain people without any provocation, it is more like a self defense mechanism. happens to me a lot, though also in more ways then just feelings, i am also good at understanding others without them saying much. i think the lack of ignorance is a major part in it all. anyways thought i would just comment because it was a very amusing read, though just to let ya know, i am not much of a talker unless the right topics come up in any form.

I love CS Lewis' stuff. I still need to read the Great Divorce though. This was neat to read through. :)

This is actually the first one I've seen. It looks like it would be fun to make one.

I love your web comic Little Tales! I have a cat myself, so I really enjoy the stripe dealing with owning cats or cat behavior. This meme thing you did is really cool. I might try to do one myself, once my drawing is up to par.

Your art is still great hon.

I love running into "sensitive" Christians like you. There never seems to be enough in this world. Too often I find people trying to drag others down rather than lift themselves up like you said. I really feel some of the same opinions you do too ^^ I hope to find a wife just like you someday

Hmm.
I've never actually tried to perform surgery on myself.

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It was nothing major, just things like digging out ingrown toenails and such.

Oh, I saw that you'd explained it to someone else earlier in the comments but I found the mental image humorous and decided to go with my first thought.

Sorry for making you explain it all over again.

I shall invent "Tickling Lemon candy" you shall be torn between two emotions mwahahaha.

I don't know why it took me so long to actually look at this art/meme you use for your ID, but I these are many of the reasons I enjoy going to your streams :) I agree on the fursona thing, I wish more people would make fursonas that look like them, the only liberty I've taken is that my fursona has more hair on his head *coughs*

Respect OS activated.

I don't really have a fursona as such, but the reason none of my characters really look like me is that I'm not terribly attractive. At least, compared to the supermodel body, not to mention the hyper giganto-boob mega-muscle characters running around here.