1. Is it bad to want to take a break from Christmas cards periodically? I mean, I love receiving them…love the annual pictures from so many friends & family, but every now and again I just wonder if I must do it this year. I suppose there is no “obligation” per se, but does wanting to skip a year say something about my character? About how I value my friends and family?
2. What does it say about me that there are certain people with whom I have chosen to not have a relationship…people who were formerly good friends? Does it make me the very thing I criticize in others…one who writes people off and does not allow for possible reconciliation? There were good reasons for ceasing the relationship at the time, not the least of which was that it came to a point where they simply sucked all the joy out of me when I was around them. That seems really shallow. It’s not. In ever situation it was a deeper problem that caused things to sour, that caused me to do some heavy examination of the relationship, which lead to the choice to walk away.
3. Is it bad that in my head I curse like a sailor? There is a filter between mind & mouth that protects the small child from my inner potty mouth.
4. I am a fairly unstructured person, given to self-indulgence, whimsy. I like to indulge (spoil?) my husband and child…my friends too, for that matter. I am more inclined to read or write than do chores on a regular basis. I do not particularly enjoy domesticity, except in the sense of wanting our home to be a warm & fuzzy haven for us. To that end, and for my own sanity & well-being, I need the house to be clean…and relatively neat…not topsy turvy or nasty. It is a conundrum that these two sides of me exist in relative harmony. What does this say about me?
5. Is it a character flaw that, as I have gotten older, I have gotten much less sentimental about stuff? I don’t know that I care much that some piece of furniture has been in the family for 2-3 generations. I don’t save birthday or Christmas cards, or cards from any other holiday, except on the rarest of occasions. I don’t save the majority of the young man’s school work. I don’t (typically) get sentimentally attached to clothing. My taste in decor has changed enough over the years that things I’ve had since…well, forever…I am perfectly willing to part with to make room for something different. I’ve gotten less ridiculous in the book collection department, and have reduced my personal library by half over the past 7+ years. All this is not to say that I have gotten spare, or sparse, or minimalist. I like stuff. But it does say something about me to note that the only thing I would wish to keep under any circumstance is my piano. It goes without saying that I wish to keep my hubby, my sweet kiddo, the dog & the cat.
6. I admit it…I enjoy watching tv. A lot. What does that say about me? There are a number shows that I enjoy…Law & Order (in all it’s incarnations), Dexter, Homeland, The Good Wife, Harry’s Law, Shameless, Blue Bloods, The Closer, Rizzoli & Isles, Leverage, Covert Affairs, White Collar, Burn Notice, In Plain Sight, Suits, Psych, Royal Pains, Men of a Certain Age, The Big C, Weeds, The Mentalist, Castle, NCIS, CSI, Mike & Molly. The overwhelming majority are law enforcement related. I am a girl who likes to see justice occur, both in the fictional sense and in real life, and my tv viewing habits do attest to that fact. Of course, it could also attest to the fact that I am shallow & lazy, and spend the time I could spend doing something more productive (like reading or writing…or homemaking) watching tv instead. Does it matter that I am a chronic multi-tasker? I often wonder…
7. What does it say about me (and my ability to interact with others) that I have gotten to where I don’t enjoy talking on the phone? At all? I do talk to my husband by phone on a daily basis, and I do talk to friends by phone on a more occasional basis. But frankly, if I can’t see & talk to you in person, I’m much more inclined to text, email or Facebook. Is that bad?
8. Would it be considered rebellious to say that I do not like to be bossed around? I mean, I really do not like it, and it irritates me a lot when, in the course of daily interactions with others, I sense that I’m being bossed. It especially irritates me when it is done in the same way to adults as it is done to children. In fact, it makes me want to sock the bossypants square between the eyes. Yes, I’m really a brat on the inside.
9. There are times when I think I should take a technology break, and then the thought of that gives me virtual heart palpitations. What would I do without my laptop, phone, tv or iPad? Yikes!! I might actually have to stop multi-tasking and focus on one thing at a time. Am I crazy? Crazy to think I’d benefit from disconnecting? Crazy to think I’d go crazy (crazier) without my connections to others? Crazy to think that as a family we should all three disconnect for a short time? It may happen…stay tuned. Could we really do it without killing each other?
10. Unlike #9, the fact that this point needed an even number of questions really is proof that I’m crazy. Nine is a perfectly good number: divisible by three (which is neato), the maximum heat setting on my stove, the last number in a series before turning over to zero (9-10, 19-20, etc. etc.), the easiest set of multiplication tables for me. But it is not an even number, and for a person who tends to prefer asymmetry in so many ways, I (ironically) like numerical symmetry…ending on an even number; eating an even number of M&M’s (or Skittles, or pumpkin mellows, or other bite sized candy…and no, this does not seem to apply to other foods); setting my alarm so I actually get up on an even number; buying two of something because it’s better than one of something; and on and on and on. But I have and will remain perpetually 39. How’s that for crazy??