Day 25

Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.

My father. My husband. And my fear of death.

Day 24

Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)

I hate this one. I hate it. I'll tell you one thing--I ain't gonna tackle this one today. And when I do, it's not going to be a playlist for one person. Gag me.

Day 23

Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.

I wish I had gone to Ireland and Spain when I had a chance. And Greece and Italy...and the not-Paris part of France.

I wish I had gone out last Friday.

I wish I had been more social in my last study-abroad experience. And during the first one, although I did let go during the latter part of it.

I wish I had been more comfortable with people touching me when I was thinner.

I wish I had done more in college. I could have done without watching an hour of The Simpsons every day after dinner, even though it was semi-social. I could have done more shows, joined more clubs, and shown more of an interest.

I wish I'd kept even a simple journal when I was growing up. I have random bits here and there, but really the only journal I have is reading my half of the ginormous collection of notes passed between me and a few friends in junior high & high school. They mostly consist of such gripping revelations as "12 more minutes of class and I AM SO BORED LINZEE" or "P.S. I heart Balty Getty."

Day 22

Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.

I wanted to blog this morning, but I just stared at the prompt and didn't know what to write. It kind of haunted me all day, in fact.

I think my biggest regret was wasting nine months of my life living in Urbana, Illinois. Absolutely, positively wasted.

Some good came of it; I think it's probably what made me pack up and move to NYC, and I certainly don't regret that. But...living in Urbana was the worst period of my life. It was taking what was a depressing situation and magnifying it a hundred times, and dragging what could have taken a few months to get over into almost a year. It affected almost all my relationships, and not in good ways.

Wish I'd listened to my parents on this one.

Day 21

Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

Drop everything and rush (as safely as I can muster) to the hospital.

Ask Mom to help keep them safe from too much pain/damage.

I'd feel terrible about the fight, but do everything I can to tell them petty fights don't matter in the long run...and I love them.

And it goes without saying: flowers/gifts out the wazoo. :)

Day 20

Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.

I drink occasionally, and see no harm in people drinking at age 18/up as long as it doesn't get out of control.

As for drugs...I spent the majority of my life vehemently opposing all manner of illegal drug, down to the secondhand smoke off a bong that I encountered at a college house party.

I've outwardly become more accepting, as I know--in my head--that marijuana is hardly as damaging as drinking too much.

But I do still hate it. And I do still think that people who engage in drug-taking are pretty damned stupid. And I really get sad when I think of people I love partaking.

Day 19

Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?

Dang, yo. We were getting all kinds of controversial up in here.

Religion: a nice idea, but people just don't seem to get that belief can't happen in any way but organically. Would you really want me to join your church if I don't truly believe in the aspects it professes? It seems to me that a lot of religions are all about the numbers...getting as many people as possible to convert or come to church. And that kinda gets under my skin. (Oh, and also, I don't need another thing to feel guilty about.)

Politics: I try to avoid discussions as much as possible, and articles/TV news/etc. on the topic. I'm mostly uninterested. I have my opinions on issues that I care about, but I refuse to feel guilty for not following closely what's going on in this insane country of ours.