Don't Worry, I'll Be Fine

Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.

I could definitely live without pretty much anything that is non-essential to my physical functioning (food, water, etc.) and general well being (clothes, shelter, etc.). Seriously. I have no doubt in my mind that if I was for some reason dumped in the wilderness, I wouldn't curl up next to a rock and cry until something ate me or I died of starvation. I would figure it out, do what I needed to do, and survive by whatever means necessary.
There are a lot of things I would certainly prefer not to go without (a modicum of safety, comfort, internet, cellphone, bla bla), but I'm sure I could get by without those. I'm really just typing my thoughts out loud here.
You know what I could certainly live without that I don't even want to think about giving up because it makes me feel squirmy?

Car Accident After a Fight

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?

'What do I do?' What kind of a question is that?
First, what happened? Is my friend just rattled? Are they hurt? Did they die?
If it was something serious, or even if it was minor and they called me to talk about it, I would immediately forget whatever petty nonsense we were fighting about, and do whatever I could to help. There is nothing so important that I would sit around being a stubborn asshole and ignore my friend. Life is too short for that.
No, I would not even begin to be ridiculous enough to entertain the self-centered notion that it was somehow my fault that the car accident happened. I am not that powerful. I can't cause car accidents with my mind or some harsh words, last I checked.

Lesbians can't impregnate each other, stupid.

Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

If I got someone pregnant, I would be quite confused and probably feel like I missed something in biology class. Preeetty sure I didn't, otherwise I know a whole lot of lesbians that would be popping out puppies left and right. And I would probably already have a mess of children by now. Awkward.

This is what it looks like when I type something that makes me uncomfortable.

If I got pregnant, I am not sure what I would do. I just spoke about this with one of my cousins recently. I hope that if I ever found myself in this situation, I would be able to remove my desires from the equation as much as possible, and make the decision that would be most beneficial to the little one. While I do not judge anyone else that has had or would have an abortion, it is not something that lines up with my personal code of ethics, so it would probably not even cross my mind, barring a very unusual circumstance. This is simply what fits for me.

The only situation I can possibly imagine considering terminating a pregnancy (I totally hate this phrase because it makes me picture Arnold Schwarzenegger blasting my uterus with a rocket launcher or something and then threatening his imminent return in his thick accent) is

Jibberjabber Forgiveness, blah blah Dinosaur

Day 02→ Something you love about yourself.

I would have to say I dig my ability to forgive. I am a very empathetic person, and as such it is almost impossible for me to hold a grudge. I am not perfect, there are certainly times when people just piss me off and my anger lingers for a while. In most situations, I try to put myself in the other person's position and to imagine not what I would do, but being them, and what it must have been like to do whatever they did. What led up to it, and what the motivation was. It is rarely an actual personal attack when someone does something that harms me.

I Never Get Sick and I Always Have the Answer

Day 01→ Something you hate about yourself.

I hate how difficult it is for me to show my real self to others. I have a tendency to keep people at arm's length, if not much further away. I have a very strong desire to be close to them, but I usually keep that to myself, because I never want people to know that I want anything from them and *definitely* not that I need anything. I am working to correct the misdirected thinking I have that my having perfectly normal needs somehow makes me weak. I mean, god forbid anyone know I'm human or anything.

The hardest things for me to say are "Help me," and "I don't know." Sometimes a tractor couldn't drag them out of my mouth.

If I am sick, I will deny it and deny it and deny it (to everyone, including myself), until I pass out or projectile vomit

Upcoming Events

I have started at least 10 new blog entries, and I can't seem to finish them. Up to my standards, anyway. I'm having some blockage issues (yum). I was recently linked to 30 days of writing prompts by Craig, and I think I'm going to give them a try. Writing about these subjects publicly on the internet kind of scares the bejeezus out of me, but I suppose that's part of the reason I want to do it. Here they are, in case you want to do it yourself. Or salivate expectantly for my impending updates.

30 days of truth: