I don’t know if I would say “stable” but I am a planner. I do like to know what I am doing and when. I do love some spontaneous things but not when I am doing something that I have scheduled! I would automatically think it is a control thing, why I like everything planned, but some of it is my PTSD. I don’t like the unexpected bad things which makes me leary of unexpected anythings!
Have you ever been to a clothing-optional (nude) venue, such as a beach, resort, club, party, etc? If so, what did you think of the experience? Would you do it again? If not, would you ever consider going to a clothing-optional gathering? Why or why not?
I have never been to a place such as this and I am not sure I ever would go. The thing is this, if you want to walk around nude or swim or whatever that is fine but I really don’t feel like hanging out playing cards naked, for instance, just to say I play cards naked. Also, I really don’t see the point. Yes, so you are free from judgement of superficial belongings but going just to be naked seems like it is, I don’t know…I don’t want to sit in a restaurant after someone’s bare ass has just sat in a chair and if you are going to walk around with a towel to cover yourself why not just wear clothes? I guess it just seems pointless to me to go to a party, take off your clothes, and then stand around doing the same thing you would be doing at a regular party.
What are your primary sources for news these days? Are you confident that your sources present the news accurately, fairly, and without bias? Or have you given up trying to keep up with the news anymore?
I gave up before even starting! I used to watch the news, growing up, because my dad had it on. Then I never watched it…At some point I think my late husband used to come home and turn on the local news, so I would watch that. Now, whenever David has it on I watch and listen but I know there aren’t many times that I myself have turned the news on. I get tired of hearing the same thing over and over. The programs are so short that they really just seem to give the same information over and over. I admit I have watched it for the weather. Even they’ve been wrong so many times!
I think I give people the impression that I am personable and friendly. For whatever reason, I always think that people don’t think I am a smart person, even though I am very smart. I find it in my head that I have to not worry about that and see that it is probably some weird perception of mine, but it does go through my head when I think about, when I first meet a person.
How old are you* and how old do you feel — older or younger than your actual chronological age? Do you generally act your age? And what does “acting your age” mean to you?
I am 49 but feel like I just graduated from high school. I don’t feel old enough to have to make many of the decisions I have had to make in life. On the contrary, I am happy being home doing crafty stuff or reading. I can I am also a “repurposer” so I hate throwing things away that I might be able to use again some day.
I don’t know if I can limit my answer to only one thing…but there are two things that come to mind immediately. My idea comes from working with students in all grades, especially those in high school who are supposedly becoming adults when they leave. 1. Cursive: Most US schools no longer have cursive in their curriculum. Kids need to know how to sign their names. Isn’t that still the legal expectation? It not only provides this ability it also helps dexterity and fine motor skills that don’t include buttons. 2. Reality: Kids grow up having no clue what reality is. Many believe working is optional, learning is intrinsic, and whatever they think is correct. Kids need true doses of reality. No one is going to like you just because you look like someone likeable. No one is going to give you free things just because they want to. No one is obligated to take care of you when you are old enough to care for yourself. No one is obligated to treat you kindly if you are going to be a jerk. I could go on and on and on………
I had thought about this not only when starting my blog but also throughout this whole time of being an active blogger. I do not blog anonymously. I guess I don’t because when I started this whole blogging experience it was around losing my husband and my son. I didn’t really know what blogging was beyond “telling your story”. As time went on, I started enjoying all of the challenges and different forms of writing. I think what I write would not insult anyone, so why change now.
On the subject of anonymity, I don’t always tell readers where in the US I live. I guess if someone reads enough of my posts they probably know. Unfortunately, with Google and whoever knows what else, anyone could drive up to my door and I would never know how they found me.
I respect whatever anyone chooses but I do have to admit, I am more curious than a cat and it kills me a little (just joking, but sort of) to not know who people really are.
This is going to sound so cliche but Mother Teresa.
I love the work that she did but mostly I love that everywhere she went everyone knew she was there to do good. No matter where she went she gave a good feeling. On top of that she traveled to so many places!
If I could go back and rewalk in my own shoes (please don’t take into consideration my children or late husband) I would have joined something like the Peace Corps and traveled to help people. There are supposedly missions that anyone can still participate in but how do you do it now? I don’t worry so much about my daughter because she would travel to see me wherever I went, but I couldn’t leave my dad or Laurette. Laurette too would travel with me; her own grandmother traveled well into her 90’s. My dad hates flying and now with the dementia if he is away from home and not somewhere familiar (like Publix or Walgreens) he starts to panic.