This is gonna be a tough Friday Five, because the subject matter includes things that have been stuffed in some of the back rooms of my consciousness and left there for very good reasons. But I'll give it a go anyway.
1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?
Had unprotected sex with a boyfriend who'd owned up to having about 15 partners. [Yes, it was stupid. No, I am not accepting commentary about just how stupid it was and why.]
2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?
Nothing, because I don't see how those two things connect up, unless you're a spineless slug. There is no "would like to try." I just do it. You don't like it, tough. The only exception I can think of would be a theoretical one, such as if I had a sex partner and there was something I wanted to do in bed that they didn't [which you kinda can't just haul off and do, because that's sexual assualt]. Then I'd have an answer for you. I could see having a boyfriend who didn't wanna do the anal thing. That would fit the "would like to try" and "would never approve" criteria. Of course, he wouldn't be my boyfriend very long, because if he's that protective of his anus, he has some major feminine side issues to work out before I'll put up with him. As for my mom, if it's a minor disapproval, I do it anyway and let her deal with the fact that I'm an individual. If it's a major disapproval, I just do it anyway and don't tell her. In fact, that's pretty much what she expects me to do, because that's what she always did. As for my friends...I am what I am and I do what I do. If you don't like it, nobody's holding a gun to your head and forcing you to be my friend. If I really want to keep you as a friend, and what I want to do will be a deal-breaker, I'll just do it anyway and not tell you. The only way I'd relent would be if it was something that foreseeably affected you.
3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)
I don't know, about a 2, maybe a 3 or a 4 occasionally. Depends how crazy my hormones are making me.
4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?
I got the hell out of Tennessee.
5. ... and what's the worst?
Some things really aren't anybody else's business. Suffice it to say, it was ugly, humiliating, and scarring, and I feel better about myself when I don't have to think about it. Foot the bill for my therapy and I might tell you. Might.
Well, that was less painful than I'd expected.
I think I'm gonna buy a shoe-scraper for the restaurant downstairs. I'm sick of listening to people stomp snow off all damn day. I just wanna go down there, wrestle their shoes off their feet, and smack them in the head with them. Then they can beat their heads against the wall to get the snow from their shoes out of their hair, and they'll have a headache like me, and they won't want to stomp their feet or yell across the restaurant to the waitress or do any of the other aggravating crap that people do when they totally don't care that a human being lives upstairs because said human being cannot find another livable apartment on her salary. I'm not asking that everybody be mouse-silent around me all the time, although that would be wonderful. I'm just saying, will somebody somewhere put themselves in somebody else's fucking position for once in their miserable, self-important, unexamined lives? If you can't stand snow on your shoes, don't walk in the goddamn snow.
Good news for a change: Weird Al is coming to Mankato. Tickets go on sale at noon today. Guess who's surfing over to ticketmaster.com this afternoon?
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Stress-related bad habit for the day: Involuntary bruxism.
Posted by Frida Peeple at February 6, 2004 08:19 AM