The monday mission questions, I mean.
1. Are there any confrontations you have been avoiding that you know you will eventually have to deal with? What’s that all about?
Not that I can think of at the moment. Except the potential one with Him if I decide he really is a “Him” not a “him”, but that should potentially be pleasant, though possibly stressful, rather than unpleasant, and “confrontation” sounds quite unpleasant, really, doesn’t it? Am I rambling? Yes, I think I am.
2. When was the last time you surprised yourself by being more brave than you ever thought you could be?
Uh? I dunno. When was the last time I surprised myself at all? I’m not sure whether I’m just suffering from “mind like a sieve” syndrom here, or whether I really know myself that well. Probably the former. Oh. I know: Telling F to his face why I wasn’t really interested (or rather, that I wasn’t interested, don’t think I went too heavily into the why) instead of slipping a note under his door (which was what I was tempted to do). That was kinda brave, for me. One the other hand, it would have been seriously awkward if I hadn’t, so maybe it wasn’t so much courage as “no choice”.
3. You know that sickly feeling you get when are speeding and out of the corner of your eye you realize you just passed a hidden police car?
No. I don’t drive.
4. One of the things I’ve had to do recently, is clean out my attic. I have an amazing amount of things I’ve collected over the years, and I am almost embarrassed that I still have so much of it. I realized that I may as well sell it, since it does me no good in the attic, and when I die, my family will probably sell it for a dollar a pound at a garage sale anyway. May as well enjoy the money now. Do you have any things stored away that you just can’t get rid of but will probably of no sentimental value to anyone once you are gone? Why do we hang on to that stuff? Do you think you could sell or auction it off?
Not much. Most of it would not even be worth a dollar a pound to anyone else.
5. I’ve become the resident Handler at the house. Got bugs? Call me! Flies, ants, spiders, I’m your man. Vomit? Dog Poo? Toilet overflow? Yep, I get it all clean. Not much bothers me in that area, and I am glad really to be someone you can rely on. But the one thing that does make me squirm are injuries. Stitches, incisions, bloody puss-laden bandages, heavily scabbed areas, all that just about does me in. What are some of the things you have a strong stomach for, and what are some of the things that can turn your stomach?
I’ll take the spiders, bugs, bees, what have you, and I can patch up a pulsing slashed wrist or clean up a bruised knee with the best of them. I need a big, strong man to deal with the vomit, though. The smell makes me want to vomit, too, which would defeat the object of the “cleaning up” just a bit. (I suppose a teeny-weeny woman would be just as good at the actual cleaning, I’d just rather have the big, strong man.)
6. I am at the point where I am going to have to make some tough decisions about the future of this blog. I think this sort of moment comes to all bloggers at some point. For me, I am not very good at managing my obsessions (read as: things I enjoy passionately). Eventually they get too much focus and something that once was good begins to impact my life in negative ways. Something’s got to give. Have you ever been involved in an experience that started out as something good and enjoyable but eventually became destructive and bad for your health (mentally or physically)?
Not that I can think of right now.
7. Do you believe in evolution or creationism or something else?
I believe evolution happened – I also believe someone was in charge and made it happen. I want to eat my cake and still have it.
Voice in my head: Prefab Sprout – Cruel