There were no new world sharing questions this week. Normally this would not be a big deal for me since I am generally clueless about stuff like what day of the week it is at the best of times, and it could be construed as surprising that I even noticed. But I did. And consequently I’ve had some remorse about my silence. I needed my question-answering fix for the week.
So I searched the internet for some random questions that didn’t hurt my brain. I hope my answers won’t hurt yours too much.
Are you the person now you thought you’d be when you were little?
When I was little I never once imagined myself as anyone’s grandma, that’s for sure.
Now that the grandma thing is happening I realize that all grandmas have a finite number of stories to tell and they just keep on telling them because what the hell else do they have to do? So if you’ve heard this one before, too bad. I’m old and I don’t care.
When a teacher asked us to paint a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up, I imagined myself as a brilliant and beautiful blonde singer on the Ed Sullivan Show. Sadly in real life I had extreme stage fright, a less than stellar singing voice, and what I considered totally the wrong face for blonde hair. “Brilliant” and “beautiful” on their own alas turned out to be insufficient traits for this particular ambition. Plus Ed died before I could get my shit together.
I guess none of it was meant to be. But the childhood friends who laughed at me when I shared this dream will forever live in my memory as little jerks. I knew myself it was not realistic, but could you not have humoured me for five minutes?
Have you ever had your heart-broken? Have you ever broken someone else’s heart?
Heartbreak is such a subjective thing. Little things break your heart when you’re little, like when your brother pulls the head off your doll and demands money from you for revealing its current whereabouts. It’s all about loss, and the losses get progressively bigger and more serious as you grow up. You lose a good friend, you break up with a boyfriend, you have to abandon an unrealistic dream. But wait, life has way more heartbreaking stuff to throw at you. A lover moves on and leaves you grieving for what might have been, opportunities disappear, a grandparent dies. Then you lose your parents and a sibling and you wonder what you were so upset about before those things happened. And then you wonder how much more breaking your heart can actually take. Or if it will eventually get so hard and calloused that it just rolls with the punches, because you know those hard knocks aren’t going to stop.
If I’ve caused a broken heart I am truly sorry. But I believe, because I can’t think of a specific instance off the top of my head of ever doing it deliberately to anyone, that maybe it hasn’t happened a lot. Huh. Well, no doubt there’s still time.
When you think of home, what comes to mind?
After W and I first got married we both thought of where we grew up as home. As in ‘let’s go home for Christmas.’ It took a long time for us to refer to wherever the two of us currently lived together as our REAL home. Having kids helped with that because it was their home. Is that weird or normal? I seem to ask myself that question a lot and rarely know the answer and probably won’t believe yours anyway, so just ignore that bit.
Now I think you just take home with you wherever you go. It’s a feeling, more than a place. A sense of peace and love and being safe from harm. It can be as big as a country or as small as a backyard. And the people who have broken my heart by leaving were simply on their way home. I need to suck it up and be thankful I got to walk beside them and share so many small parts of their journey.
Name one of your greatest strengths, and one of your greatest weaknesses.
Adaptation is a big strength. Because everything changes. Everything! Might as well get used to it.
Worry is my most crippling weakness, not to mention a royal pain. Sometimes when something I’ve been fretting about finally happens it’s a colossal relief because then I can just move on and adapt to it. And yeah, that one is definitely weird.
What did life teach you yesterday?
It taught me that many people who want to cut sugar out of their diets still want to pretend they are eating things that contain sugar. They post sugarless, wheatless, grain free, gluten-free, dairy free, diabetic friendly recipes for brownies and cookies and cheesecake and bread. Why don’t you weirdos just stop eating cupcakes and chocolate mousse and bogus donut shaped things that no one in their right mind can be fooled into believing are bagels? It won’t kill you to cut desserts out of your diet and just eat a completely un-messed with banana or something.
I’m sorry but “bread” made with sixteen eggs and almond flour is not even remotely close to being bread-like. Do you really need toast that smells like burnt eggs? I know I can live without it.
I can also live without eating shortbread and butter tarts although I made them both for W because it’s Christmas and I didn’t want him moping around whining about missing them. Believe me, no one wants that. I did not attempt to make a pastry-less, raisin and nutless, no brown sugar, no corn syrup, butter-substitute loaded tart although I’m sure someone in the world has tried it and will be posting the godforsaken recipe on Facebook shortly. Do not fall for it. Some things are meant to be coma inducing sugar bombs and we should just accept that and let them be.
Deep down, who are you really?
Well if all this didn’t give you at least a couple of clues and an ill- informed opinion, I don’t know what to say.
I’m pretty ordinary as humans go. I guess deep down I’m my mothers daughter, least likely person to ever want to break your heart. My mother did not laugh at my goal to become a famous singer, she simply told me the picture I drew was nice.
It’s not that hard to be kind. We should probably all try it more often. And if you’re one of those people trying to make the things we eat healthy, I’m sorry I was snarky, and good for you. My mom tried to make pie shells once with whole wheat flour. They were disgusting, but we all knew her heart was in the right place.
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