8: Talk about the thing you’re most proud of.

No accomplishments ever come to mind with a question like this, so I’m going to be a little weird for a moment. One thing I’m simultaneously proud of and embarrassed by is my sensitivity. I am heavily affected by how others are feeling. I feel more deeply than I ought, which can be a good and bad thing. I’m intense and passionate and sound like a pretentious dork when I compliment people or tell them what I like about them. But I mean all of it; it can be a huge flaw, but ultimately I’m proud of my authenticity. That when I feel something, I FEEL it. When I give a compliment, even if it’s strange, I mean it. I don’t offer empty praise and I don’t fake empathy/compassion. If someone is near me and they’re a strong emotion, I feel that and I naturally draw to them to help mitigate the intensity if it’s a bad thing. I live to wash my friends and loved ones in assurance and solace when they need it and perhaps even when they don’t. Even though I feel too much, I’m proud of the fact that I am so receptive to the moods of others. I don’t know if that makes any sense, hm…

14: Talk about a vacation.

Every year when I was younger, my family would go to Lake Chelan during the summer. I remember a handful of things from those trips. I don’t think these were all from the same trip, but I’ll rattle off the first few memories that come to mind from those years: I watched the episode of Blue’s Clues that revealed Blue had a sibling named Sprinkles while I was in the hotel room; I often got car sick even when I took medicine to help me get through the three hour drive on each way; the place we stayed was called “Campbell’s” and there was a small gym and a restaurant over head; I was by the pool when dad told me a pun joke that ended with ‘it’s a knick-knack, Patty Black, give the frog a loan!’ and the way he was telling it I thought it would be a dirty joke at first but it ended up being silly pun tomfoolery; I went to another kid’s hotel suite and we watched the Lizzie McGuire movie and ate macaroni and cheese. I don’t remember anything about that kid, or the movie; I got this rhyme about antelopes eating cantaloupe stuck in my head when I was there; I ate a whole pound of steak and was really proud of it for some reason, when I got back there was a copy of National Geographic Kids in the mail waiting for me and I was AMPED.

17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.

I don’t really get the desire to be someone’s friend- if we click it just happens. I don’t like having a lot of friends to begin with, preferring to have very few but very close relationships, so I never anticipate making a friend. It simply unfolds and it’s awesome. This was very hard to explain.