Five Questions meme
If you want to play, leave a random inane comment and I will ask you five questions, which you will then post the answers to in your journal, along with these instructions.
[lj] Pollinia asked me:
1. You’ve done your share of traveling. Where would you like to go next? Or, is there somewhere you’ve already been where you’d like to return?
I once read an article about Prague in a National Geographic magazine, and ever since, I’ve had an otherwise unqualified desire to go there. Barring that, I always enjoy a trip to New Orleans.
2. What would your version of hell be? Does it involve office cubicles, yes or no?
I actually don’t mind office cubicles very much! At least they offer some semblance of privacy, where I can work without the need to keep someone else entertained by wasting precious thinking on small talk. No, I think if there were a Hell fashioned for me, it could very well focus on relationships gone wrong. Human relationships may appear to be heart-warmingly steadfast, but I rather think they are inescapably tenuous. The smallest comment or action can very easily change someone’s perception of you forever, no matter how close you are. I fear this seemingly unavoidable disaster because it is so unpredictable, yet emotionally painful, so a possible Hell would include the people important to me, only in Hell, those people would no longer want to be around me, and I wouldn’t know why.
3. You live on your own. I bet you cook for yourself! What do you think is your best dish? Like, the one you’d use to impress a boss, or to woo a person of interest (which may or may not be your boss…)?
I actually don’t cook! I enjoy foods that are simple: rice, steamed veggies, other things that don’t include more than hydration. It’s not that I don’t like to eat, I just can’t justify spending that much time on something that won’t last.
4. When is your most productive time of day? Why?
I haven’t been very productive at all, lately, but I’d say sometime after 11pm. If I’m writing, the degree of productivity increases conversely to the amount of sleep I can expect to get on account of it.
5. What is your most embarrassing moment, which you would be willing to share on the internet?
I remember this to be more terrifying than embarrassing, but I”ll have to go with my Intro to Improvisation final exam/performance. I was really terrible at most of it, and for one of the premises, I didn’t even hear what the situation was supposed to be. Other than that, I’d have to say everything between 4th and 9th grades. But really, I’ve never suffered through a moment of sheer embarrassment, and if I have, I’ve successfully repressed its memory. HUZZAH.