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Interesting...ask stuff
- 1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
- It's more difficult for me to look into their eyes when they're telling me something. I am a pretty hardcore eye-contact person in general. And I make a point to look people in the eye when I am talking so they know I am in earnest. But most people, when they look me in the eye, are being earnest too, and that's hard for me to take. And some people, just some people, when they look at me... I feel like they can see right through me.
- 2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
- The last time I was really angry was May 6th. My whole life changed that day. I found out that someone I loved seriously betrayed me. I am still very angry.
- 3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?
- I call the love of my life. I tell him that I love him; that I something him. That I will see him soon in whatever form our energy next takes.
- 4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
- Yes, of course I would be afraid. Depending on what I am dying from, I would likely tell those close to me. I'm not very good at faking my feelings and I wouldn't be able to pretend like I wasn't sad or that I wasn't thinking about their lives without me. I would plan out my memorial service. I'd love to travel, but dying doesn't mean I suddenly have money. So I would probably just spend all the time I have left in bed, in the arms of the man I love.
- 5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.
- Trust. Trust is safety, and I need emotional safety. I know that about myself like I know the back of my hand. And I know myself well enough to know that I could come to love someone I trusted. But love without trust is just pain for me.
- 6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?
- Fuck yes. How is this even a question? Do you know jack shit about capitalism? And quality of life? Fuck that, fire me anyway, whether I save the dog or not.
- 7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
- I would rather be hurt by the one I love the most. The love will help me forgive. But breaking the trust makes me feel like I am on my own, and I don't want that.
- 8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?
- It depends on the friend. I'm married, so either way, this isn't going to work out for my friend. I suppose I would ask them why they felt they needed to tell me and what they hope to gain from my knowledge. And then I would let them know that I care deeply for them and their feelings are valuable to me and ask them what I can do to minimize any suffering that might occur from them being in that state.
- 9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?
- No, I wouldn't. Because she was suffering greatly and it would have just prolonged her death. If I could give it back to her in her happiest hour, I would gladly give up and hour of my life for that. Especially since I'm really good at wasting time.
- 10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
- Yes. That's kinda my problem.
- 11. Does love = sex?
- Not always. But usually.
- 12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?
- I think we covered this in question 6. Fuck that capitalistic bullshit.
- 13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?
- It was today. It was to my husband. I had to tell him about how hard I'm crushing on someone.
- 14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?
- That I do not love them back.
- 15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
- The hardest thing for me to give up would be my marriage. My husband is the king of my world.
- 16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?
- I told my friend that I loved him this morning because I had a bad dream that he was dead and I had to make sure he was okay and that he knew I loved him.
- 17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?
- I would make the person who betrayed me remember me the moment before they chose to do so.
- 18.Imagine it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?
- Mark.
- 19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?
- Why would I even ask myself this question?
- 21.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?
- There are way too many circumstances to this for me to answer properly, and that's not a cop out. How old is my grandmother at this moment? I dunno, I'm inclined to say newborn, but it's possible I would let her go simply because she would never forgive me for not doing so.
- 22. Are you old fashioned?
- In some ways, very much so. In others, not at all.
- 23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?
- Today.
- 24.Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?
- I think, even now, I might take having never loved at all. Then, at least, there is always hope. But with a guarantee of a broken heart, there is no hope at all.
- 25.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
- So many things. I don't know how to choose. I wish I could make my husband let go of his anger and bitterness. I wish I could be in his brain for a while so I could tidy things up and confirm his fidelity and loyalty. I wish I could be what he needs me to be. I wish I could be paid to sing. I wish I could get my teeth fixed.
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7
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