Are Vulcans a version of what humans will evolve into? Could we ever get to a point where we can contain emotion that well, and function purely on logic? If that’s the case, sign me up for reincarnation!
Month: September 2024
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If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
To clarify, are we saying we can’t use the word itself but can replace it with something else, or remove the word completely from our lexicon without replacement or substitution?
In either case, it would be the word “should”. I do not like this word, and try my best not to use it. I used to use it as much as anyone else, but have been trying to catch myself. The reason I don’t like the word is because it implies obligation, yet many people use it to “suggest” things that they want, not that the person is actually obligated to do. For example, at work, “they (the company) should give 10% raises”. It can be a bit more devious when used in one on one conversation where the person saying it may actually have influence on the outcome.
Yeah, should would be the word I give up.
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I like the kinda tired that comes with busting ass and getting shit done. Some of the best sleep after those days. Just sayin.
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Are you holding a grudge? About?
I have to say no on this one, I am not one to hold a grudge. I don’t have the time or energy for that kind of emotional drain.
I will say, however, that my behavior may change in accordance with what I learn about the other person and/or my place in their life through certain interactions. So, there is that. I wouldn’t say that’s a grudge, per se, but more so a sort of reciprocal adjustment.
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I’ve asked myself this question many times, but it has resurfaced because of something I watched the other day. Would human muscle be white meat or red meat? And this is from a purely non-cannibalistic, non-psychopath/sociopath, curious nerdy chick standpoint, to be clear.
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Fire is actually silent. The only noise that you hear is the protests from what the fire is consuming. It’s beautiful.
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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
“Home” is an interesting concept to me. For most people, it’s a particular place – the area they grew up, their hometown. For me, home has always been a transient thing. My parents were in the military, so we moved around a lot. Different states, different countries – I don’t have a hometown.
Even now, after settling in an area of the US, I don’t feel that this is my home in the sense that most people think of it, especially with regard to this question.
Now that I have gone off on that little tangent, back to the question at hand. I went to the Bahamas with my husband once. We went on a cruise, and had a great time, for the most part. There was one particular excursion that involved kayaking. I had never been in a kayak before, and know nothing about properly navigating or operating one. We wound up stuck in bushes, going in circles, being the last in the line of other people on the excursion. Bickering and frustration were rampant. We tell the story now and laugh, but I will never again go kayaking or board any vessel that I am in any way responsible for propelling or steering. It’s safer that way. 😝
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I have the directional sense of a goldfish, but I have accepted and am ok with that. GPS is a good friend of mine. 😉
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Why do some people assume that everyone else in the world is responsible for giving them what they want when they want it?
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Slugs are homeless snails. They are the vagabonds of the mollusk population.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 