I was at a loss for topics this week. I’m in kind of an intellectual funk because my senses have been overloaded with politics and menial work tasks, so instead of learning new things (as I so very much love to do!), I’ve been watching a lot of episodes of New Girl and listening to Bunhead Bros in the car.
If anyone has a suggestion for something they’d like to see me write about, please leave it in the comments. I’d love to give the people what they want.
So, for this week, I found a random question generator, and I will be answering the first 10 questions that generate. Woot.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
The first thing I can remember wanting to be was a figure skater, but that dream quickly died when I found out it required a certain amount of grace and you had to get up early. After that, for many years, I wanted to be a psychologist. I used to practice one-on-one sessions with my Barbies, even created a support group for the divorced ones. You can imagine my parents’ reactions when, at 17, I decided to study acting instead.
What was your worst restaurant experience?
My worst restaurant experience was probably when I was working in a restaurant and a customer threw a menu at me. Though there was also a time a customer bit me on the arm, and a time two customers pulled an elaborate grift to get out of paying their bill, a time a customer wrapped their child in the tablecloth…maybe I’ll write about this one day.
What is one weird thing about you?
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Where do you suppose I start?
Since I was talking about it yesterday, I’ll throw it out there that I love raw onion. Love it. It may be my favorite food. I can eat a Vidalia onion like an apple.
What is your favorite meal of the day?
What is your morning routine?
Wake up, deny responsibility, close eyes, repeat.
What is something you miss about childhood?
Not having bills was nice.
What is something you regret?
When I was a kid, I was really uncomfortable with affection, whether it be physical or verbal. My grandpa would ask me for hugs and I would tell him no or I would hide. Once while I was hiding, I heard him say to my grandma that he thought I didn’t like him. But that wasn’t true at all. I just didn’t like being vulnerable. I tried to be better about it after that but a part of me is worried he died thinking I didn’t like him. Even though I’m still really uncomfortable with it, I try to make an effort to hug when a hug is needed and to express gratitude and love when it’s necessary. I suck at it, but I’m trying.
If you found $100 on the ground, what would you do with it?
Give it away. I can’t handle that kind of karmic pressure.
Who do you envy?
Anyone with any degree of effervescence.
What is your earliest memory?
I can’t be sure if it’s the earliest because I have a bunch of random snippets of memories from when I was 2ish, but I have this vivid memory of running around in a pull-up, chasing after my dog, with waffles from the morning stuffed in my cheeks because I used to ration my food like a squirrel (you call it weird. I call it evolution). Then again, this could have happened at any point in my life. Maybe the earliest was when my dad got me a Jasmine doll.