199 posts tagged “qotd”

What have you been putting off doing?
Submitted by BeautifullyBroken.

I love it when the QotD is perfectly aligned with the reason I wanted to make a post.

It's time for unthinking, immediate action people. It's time to make a mess of things and then destroy it. It's time to bring dejunkification to a close.

While my dejunkification project may have started only a year or so ago, in spirit it's been a battle nearing a decade. It all started on the last day of my freshman year of high school. I got tired of having to take care of my dusty, gross carpet so I tore it out. That started a "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" chain of events that ends NOW. Well not "now" now. I'm at work.

Why the sudden desire to deviate from my carefully paced plan? My sister and I moved out of our parent's storage (that sounds so pathetic when you look at it in context) and got our own much smaller storage room. We barely, baaaarreely managed to fit everything it. The pool table didn't help and I apologize for that. It's amazing how compact you can make a pool table...

 

Anyhoo, seeing a good bulk of my possessions, after already being whittled down greatly, jammed into a tiny space makes me want to whittle it down even more. Like a semi-obsessive session of grating cheese. Sure I have enough grated cheese on the plate, but it's just so facinating to see the block of chedder slowly shrink and transform into a stringy pile. Equal parts destructiveness and creation.

It just seems to me that the farther  I go the easier it is.

ALSO my mom and sister threw away my favorite Christmas decoration ever. It was a little wooden featurless reindeer that went together in parts and I loved it. Sure it was kind of broken, but I still loved it. Seeing that tossed aside so carelessly has thrown me into a severe depression DEPRESSION I SAY and I no longer care for anything I own.

sniff. poor reindeer.

If you could only eat ONE cereal for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?

If I was thinking about survival, it would probably be some Kashi deal. But in all honesty I'd pick Cinnamon Toast Crunch and never look back.

Who do you tell your secrets to?

Well....long ago I had a couple friends and a notebook. We'd pass around the notebook, write random crap in it, respond to each other's crap, and so on. But that's not how it started out. It was a very personal thing that I started to write my thoughts and feelings.

Shut up it's not a diary.

I wasn't in a particularly happy place, with life and even more with myself. I knew I could be a better person, but how, HOW? My theory was that if I wrote down what I was thinking I'd have a historical imprint of myself that I could look back on. I would see my mistakes not just in actions, but in personality.

I had a habit of over thinking things back then.

I'm not sure if that would have worked out or not, but as fate would have it the plan was ruined by a girl. Experiencing my first major...I don't want to call it a "crush". Let's see what the thesaurus has for me. Mmhmm. Yeah. That's a good one. I was infatuated with her. Went stupid in the head. Since that became the primary thing on my mind I started writing about that. Then, not feeling I could keep it to myself (but with no plans to tell the girl, that's crazy talk, right?) I told my friend about it. I showed him the notebook. It progressed from there.

Stuff happened. I haven't talked to anyone in the group for a few years. I don't think they talk to each other either.

Anyway, I used to have people to tell my secrets to. Can't trust people enough anymore. Instead what I know do is spread my secrets around. I only have one or two people I think I can truly confide in, but not with everything. By limiting my friends to one secret at a time nobody gets the entire story.

Of course if they started talking to each other that could be problimatic for me. Or at the very least interesting. There are some secrets I've told, however, which can never again see the light of day. Those I have to keep to myself now...

Oh c'mon. Like I really have anything to keep secret.

Summer is finally here! What are your plans?

...

Like. Now? Just now? It wasn't summer before? Really? You sure? It felt like summer. We even had the kick off of our Summer Reading Program at the library. Which we do in the summer. And what about the summer movie season? Are you telling me that Wolverine and Star Trek are not summer blockbusters? Just normal, non-summer movies? I question the validity of your statement Vox!

Anyway.

I don't have too many plans for this summer. But I'll make a list!

-Paint room (already did that)

-Continue the dejunkification project (working, almost done with that)

-Wallow in self pity (progress is good with that)

-Start working out (haven't started that)

-Get the thing out of my arm (you already saw that)

-Beat Gears of War 2 on Insane Mode (There's no shame in that)

-Start making dinner (Ashamedly behind on that)

-Get a good handle of my finances (In a good place to start because I'm at level zero for that)

-Complete my Adobe Classroom In a Book books (Actually close to finishing the first book of that)

-Drive anywhere (Some things need to be taken care of before I can do that)

-Find out about what I need to do for school (So many bad feelings when I think about that)

-Work on my 101 in 1001 list (Will be a long time before I finish that)

Really when you figure in my 101 list the possibilities for the summer multiply quite profusely.

That.

Today is Name Your Poison Day. So make a decision and tell us: what's your poison?

Personally I like a smooth glass of foolish daydreaming. I take mine  with a bit of wistful self indulgence (the You Think Highly of Yourself, Don't You? brand of course), throughly mixed. After I'm throughly intoxicated I like to wash it down with a shot of Cold Reality as a chaser. On the rocks, of course. 

If I had a really bad bender the night before, I'm usually hung over in the kitchen that morning nursing a glass of denial. Usually it's a It Probably Wouldn't Have Worked Out Anyway, but I'll take I Wasn't Really Being Serious if I can get my hands on it. 

Who do you write down as your Emergency Contact? Why did you pick this person?

Captain Planet.

He's a hero.

What was your very first job?

My very first job was mowing one of our friend's businesses lawn. I mostly did it myself, but my dad helped a little. And by "helped" I mean he kept doing extra things like spraying for bugs and then adding it to the bill without asking beforehand if he should spray for bugs at an extra cost. So after a while I was told he didn't need my help anymore.

After that...hey why is the first paragraph indented like that? Stupid Vox. Anyway...oh right my second job was working for my best friend's dad. I was paid way too much to do way too little. It was the very definition of a "sinecure". Overall it was a lot of fun and I enjoyed working hard the few times we worked hard. On the other hand it also made me aware of how friggin lazy my best friend was, and gave me the first inklings of underlying creepiness which years later resulted in me breaking things off with him. ANYWAY.

What I consider my first "real" job was at the movie theater. True, I got a check from the last job but it felt more like being given free money, and that never sit well with me. Instead at the theater I was overworked, undervalued, given no respect and paid far too little. So progress was made. I had a whole lot of fun, learned much about life, made some wonderful friends, and got some great stories to tell from some crazy adventures. It was also where I had an embarrassing uber-crush on a girl, saw my group of friends destroy themselves from the inside, lost trust in people, became embittered, and hurt my knee which required emergency surgery. You win some, you lose a lot.

Of course that was a low-paying grunt work. While I may have taken great pride in it any idiot could have done it. Actually every idiot did it. So shelving at the library might actually be my first real job. Around the same time I also worked at my college bookstore but I'll skip that. At the library I got raises, went to meetings, had a say in what went on, and even had a shiney name badge. After working at two libraries and three different positions, I think I can safely say this is my first real job.

Of course it's only part-time. Maybe when I get full-time that will be will be my first job. 

Are you worried about a swine flu pandemic?

No.

If you could pick between the superpowers of flight or invisibility, which would you choose?
Submitted by aynge.

They're both so useful for so many things. However the most useful things that I can think of for invisibility are stealing, spying on people and other not entirely ethical things. But on the other hand flying without invisibility could be annoying. Think about it, when you're flying you're completely exposed. Everyone would be pestering you to fly everywhere for them. Unless you had a secret identity, of course. But then everyone is going to assume you're a costumed hero. How do you explain that you can't save the baby from the burning building because you're on your way to a movie?

What is worse? Ignorance or apathy?
Submitted by SavageBart.

I see...well not very well with this tiny font. 

ANYWAY. I see an abundance of both in the people around me sometimes. I don't think one is worse than the other. In fact it's hard to have one without the other. 

Personally I like to switch between the two. Either by not understanding something enough or not caring about the outcome, it lets me get away with doing nothing.