please take a moment to answer this questionnaire in the comments section below. why?
because telling the truth will make you a better person (or writer)?
because lying (or writing) takes practice, practice, practice?
because it might make you famous, one day?
because you like to talk about yourself?
because it’s fun, and fun is good?
because i’m a very nosy girl?
QUESTIONNAIRE (answer any that apply)
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment?
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
a. implosion (describe)
b. explosion (describe)
c. evolution (describe)
d. other ___________
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
(image courtesy clotho98)
(this idea is a brazen rip-off from biblioklept.)
girl in the hat 
1) I’m well, thank you for asking.
2) Probably a straw hat. I have one I typically wear to the beach. It has flowers on the front
3) Um… Can I get back to you on this one?
4) Probably implosion? I internalize everything. I’d more than likely shut down and stew over it.
5) Dare.
Aha! You are the first delicious fly to tumble into my web…
I definitely had you pegged as a daring girl, and I was right!
I was a little worried when I said dare what it would be, but I didn’t want to pick truth. It just seemed to easy.
Oh, so you want a real dare? I thought I was letting you off easy. I dare you to tell me the truth about a real truth-or-dare game you played. But that’s not exactly following by the rules, is it? If you want a real dare, go here: https://thegirlinthehat.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/truth-or-dare-guest-blog-with-averil-dean/ and follow the link to Averil’s.
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1. I wear a hat, thank you.
2. Like the one I wear now. I’ll get a wider and wider brim as I grow older. But the color stays black.
3. Nope. He’ll be called Vincent Mars and he will say many memorable things like:
‘I mean to say that I say what I don’t mean.’
‘Funny is he who is funny without trying to be funny.’
4. I avoid getting in situations where I might get rejected. When it comes to girls, I just weep about it and make love with my pillow.
5. Truth!
That’s one fine-looking lid. I’ll trade hats with you any day. But I’m sure it takes a certain je ne sais quois and a name like Vincent Mars to pull off a hat like that. Your protagonist sounds a bit like Lewis Carroll. What’s more fun– talking about playing truth or dare, actually playing, or writing about playing?
I think the funnest fun would be talking about writing about playing truth or dare.
I have a whole collection of hats. I look good in them. Mine tend to be old-fashioned and formal.
The movie of me would have a protagonist named Rose, and she would say, “Call me sister. I am here. Hear me.”
After 30 years as a writer (sigh), I definitely choose EVOLVE. I am so much stronger and focused now. No regrets — it can take some of us a long time, like, THIRTY YEARS.
Truth, for sure.
I would pay to see your hat collection, Josephine. Any writer-woman with a hat collection is a sister of mine. Hello, sister! What do I have to do to see those hats?
I hope to evolve into a writer like you. For now, I’m more like a big, bloody, amorphous mess.
I’m still giggling over your how-to-turn-a-man-on post.
Actually, I was thinking of getting rid of my hats. My hair no longer works with them. Would you like them? I could send them out to you.
If you’re serious, I’m swooning. Really? My first reaction is to try to convince you to hold on to those hats– you may change your mind– but my fingers are tingling and I have a string of drool hanging from the corner of my mouth….
How on Earth did I miss this?
1. Often I do fine. At unexpected times I do well. Sometimes when I blink, very strange things happen in just that fraction of time. Then I question everything.
2. When I wear a hat for sun protection I have little choice, so the ones I wear are whatever was cheapest within my style range — bohemian/hippie/country/classic. With no other consideration but style, I’m a sucker for the look of a woman in a men’s fedora. Wool felt. Slightly wider, pliable brim. James Cagney gangster style. I’d love to be able to have one made for me. There’s a hat shop here in Chicago that I’m almost desperate to walk into. I nearly press my nose into its window as I pass by and dream. (I like cowboy hats, too — the old, slightly wilty, well-used kind.)
3. If the movie’s made from my WIP, her name is Summer. (I don’t know why. It came and it stuck.) Her most memorable moment is the birth of her daughter because what happens just before, during, and right after tells almost everything anyone who’s interested would need to know about who she is and the raw material of her life.
4. a. My implosion begins with a familiar voice that says I’ll never be good enough. Then I list the reasons — every previous deed that seals this fate, with some that have been told to me (but are obviously lies) by people I’ve loved who hated something about me. After this I move toward evolution, but big change feels like something around a corner that I haven’t reached yet.
5. Somehow I’m always more comfortable with truth.
Aha! You found my little graffiti wall! I added it fairly recently, without hoopla.
I could see you in a handmade felt fedora. We could meet in the park to kick up our boots and play chess under the trees while sipping from little flasks. Or maybe we only go out at night. We could use eyeliner to draw ourselves mustaches.
I hope you’ll go into that store one day and just try a couple of them on.
Your WIP sounds very intriguing. I hope I get to find out what happened to Summer–
1. I am very well, thank you very much. How do YOU do?
2. I would wear my favorite hat – a little black felted cloche/bucket hat with a little black bow. It looks very Roaring Twenties, and I love it, even though my favorite fashion decade is the fifties. I find hats a rather fascinating topic – I have trouble wearing certain ones, I do not have a very Hat-Fitting head, but when I find the perfect ones they are quite perfect. However, if this question can also apply to hats not in my possession? Almost every hat ever worn in the show Downton Abbey. I am so sad that it is no longer fashionable to wear ridiculously frilly, flowery, large hats.
3. The protagonist’s name would be Cordelia Fitzgerald and she would have grand adventures indeed, however she probably wouldn’t have any ridiculously memorable quotes or moments, because I don’t like to assign that much importance to myself. However, if there were to be quotes that someone did find memorable it would probably because she sounded an awful lot like my favorite literary heroine, Anne Shirley.
4. I deal with it via implosion and explosion and evolution simultaneously. I compartmentalize each rejection. My mind follows Survival of the Fittest. When rejection happens, I bottle it all up inside me and get sadder and sadder until it implodes (I say implosion because it all happens internally.) That implosion then triggers an explosion of poetry, and I write out all the sad. Then, the bits of me that are left over learn from the event, and evolve into a better, more aware, and happier me. It’s a process that makes me feel like a phoenix, and still allows me to have my very sad moments while remaining in control.
5. Dare. Always dare.
Margaret, please excuse my rude delay. I think I lost my head somewhere in August. It rolled into a corner and grew a thick fur of dust.
I think if we all put on our favorite hat and wore it all day tomorrow, perhaps we could manage to bring hats back in vogue. National Hat Day? Just think how fun!
Aha! The phoenix image fits perfectly. Hopefully, we manage to become finer phoenixes (although perhaps repetition deserves as much respect as improvement? Hm…).
Now I’m off to see what you’re writing.
1. it rather depends on the day, but muddling through is my default state of being.
2. it is not a matter of “if” but “when”, and the when is always, and the type is commonly muted red beret
3. pure autofictography. and names are such odd things, i would prefer to leave a protagonist nameless, or else give a very silly name that has no meaning such as Sassafras McMermaid. she would be known for doing absolutely nothing and thinking far too much.
4. by accepting that i am probably in the wrong.
5. truth.
Hello, fellow hat-wearer (although I am sad to hear what happened to Hats). I especially enjoyed your “about me” page http://vwoopvwoop.wordpress.com/about-all-of-us/. With someone like you at the party, I don’t need to invite anyone else.
that is true, though the problem is anticipating the nature of the party. personally i find it tiresome hoping for a poetry reading sort of party when a rather rambunctious house party guest shows up. 😉
I like you, girl in the hat. You’re real . . . and you definitely invite, if not demand, real. You show and sound like you haven’t got time for unreal. But I also feel and see raw in your words . . . and real means you’ve been burned raw once or a lot . . . but once is enough when the burning was almost too much. It’s hard for me to answer your questions because there are so many answers to chose from . . . especially when you’ve been living as long as I am. But the last one: dare. I know that one. My answer is Dare to be real. Not easy when you’ve been ordered, trained, conditioned to be unreal and you’ve never seen real. Like me who grew up in Pleasantville, Iowa. And like a 30 year old big steel-hard handsome black man I was sitting cross-legged across from in a small circle for five 6-hour nights a long time ago. He had been let out of state prison to come sit there in the basement of Grace Cathedral in SF and “learn some of your good white shit,” as he told the rest of us (6 whites with no hats) with his eyes slit while not moving his mouth that first night (in the late 60’s). The leader, William Schutz was his name, thanked him for being the only one on the circle who was real. But I didn’t think he was being real and said so, that there was something else he was not showing or telling us. He flashed at me. My heart thudded. It took until the 5th night, but that last night, that beautiful and now soft black man sobbed long and hard and said it was the first time in his life he had felt real. Crying, hugging and holding him, the rest of us felt real along with him in a large entwined pile.
Well thank you Robert, for this rousing note. Hello! They say of all the injuries, burns hurt the most and leave the worst scars. They also say that the best writers are the ones who tap into their pain. I have no idea if my life has been any more painful than anyone else’s, in fact I”m sure it has not been as painful as most, because my scars are relatively faint, but I am intensely interested in how people move through it (or don’t). All this reminds me of what Joseph Campbell said (you strike me as someone familiar with JC): “Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” It’s hard to imagine a place called Pleasantville, Iowa. You “speak” like someone I know, probably because we now live in the same place. I feel that I have met you before, along with that black man in the basement of Grace Cathedral and the other men in the men’s group. (My father is also a big Robert Bly, mens-group kind of guy.) That was a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Well this looks fun.
1. With a shovel, a wide grin and a bottle of gin.
2. The hat would look as it always did. Though my lid combined with the hat would look like an old time wizard in a new time body who’s lost his way to Narnia.
3. Jean-Jaque. And the quote: “If loud farts could make jam, I’d kiss a horses mouth and scream hallelujah in ancient Hebrew from the peak of mount everest.”
4. c) evolution. I like it rough, tough and without any fluff.
5. Truth. That may or may not be the truth.
Aha! I now have a clear mental picture of a man standing at the peak of a mountain with a shovel, a bottle, and a scarf wrapped rakishly around his neck, farting and yelling simultaneously. Sort of like the Little Prince if it was a comedy and you added twenty years and a big twist. Welcome, HAW! Humans ARE weird. I look forward to reading your blog.
1. I’m usually good, but today I’m feeling a bit blah. Perhaps more coffee is needed.
2. I do wear a hat, actually. A camouflage Browning baseball cap thankyouverymuch.
3. I don’t know about names. Names don’t typically matter much next to the nature of the person. I think my protagonist would be a very scatterbrained individual. With a voice that is hardly ever heard. When she gets angry, she explodes. When she’s hurt, it is complete turmoil. She wouldn’t talk much, but when she does, it’s never what she meant to say.
4. Implosion. In fact, I am dealing with that right now. I typically feel sorry for myself (sound familiar? ^), lose my appetite, keep to myself and wait until I’m over it. Which usually takes a while. I have recently come to terms with the fact that I am a pitiful little human.
5. Truth.
It takes a special something to pull off a camouflage Browning baseball cap.
I too never seem to say the right thing. In writing, I can edit, but spoken words are waaay too permanent for me. Some day they’ll invent a machine for people like you and me. We will wear it every day and it will fix those words so we can go out in public without a worry.
Thank you for stopping by!
1. I’m well. I’m tired. It’s 6 a.m. and I’m heading out the door to Pilates class. Ugh. (but I’m going I’m going!)
2. I live in a baseball hat. A woman who plays sports always has a bad hair day.
3. There is no such thing as fiction or nonfiction. There is also no such thing as truth, and memory is the most fallible thing there is. Favorite quote: “What would you do if you knew you could not fail?”
4. Mostly evolution, the more “no’s” I get, the more I want to prove them wrong. When I was little I played mostly with boys and when they’d beat me at games I’d lie in bed at night and plot my revenge, how I was going to beat them tomorrow. It’s served me well, those games and those boys.
5. Truth. (see #3 above) 🙂
1. Woah. Now that is dedication!
2. Hats are great for hiding messes, aren’t they?
3. I love that answer. Why does that answer make me feel so happy?
Teri, I can’t wait to read your memoir. Really. I want an autographed copy.
xoox
1. I’m in for it now, that’s a fact.
2. I’m a hat girl, myself. In the summer I prefer large sombrero style ones, in the winter crochet or knit caps are my fancy.
3.”We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” Apparently that quote is attributed to Buddha. In my story, I say it, like a mantra, in front of the bathroom mirror, as my four small children scream for me on the other side of the locked door.
4. The older I get, the less interested I am in what other people think. Rejection is subjective.
5. Truth. It requires less energy.
I love that quote and that you’d say it, especially to a closed door. That is priceless. What is it about a locked door that is so tantalizing? And I completely agree with you about age– when I turned 40, it was like a weight was lifted, the heavy yearning for exterior validation. This strange phenomenon makes it easier to get older, does it not?
I think it happened for me the first moment I became a parent. I just didn’t care about the outside world after that.
QUESTIONAIRE
1. how do you do? – All things considered, I do ok. How do you do?
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? – Flamboyant. It would definitely have a ridiculously large feather.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable quote or moment?
d’artagnan – If at first you don’t succeed, you probably aren’t cut out for skydiving.
4. how do you deal with rejection?
a. implosion (describe)
b. explosion (describe)
c. evolution (describe)
d. other ___________ Sheer, grim, stubborn endurance
5. truth or dare? Truth – it lasts a lot longer.
Hey there, TTA: Pleasure to meet you (again)! I’m doing good but I don’t do much good– thanks for asking. Truth does last longer, doesn’t it? Unless the dare involves a tattoo, I suppose. Hats without feathers are like boats without oars: they rely far too much on the current.
I like that idea about feathers, hats and boats. 🙂
1. how do you do? Had a bad day.But I’ll get over it.And you? Hope you have an awesome day today.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? Either red or invisible
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography?no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable quote or moment?
Sammy,’it’s okay not to believe,to get to something that you really want to believe in.’ –me ,hah maybe i’ll blog that.
4. how do you deal with rejection?
a. implosion then evolution.
5. truth or dare? You know what I’ll choose dare this time
An invisible hat? That’s a first, for sure. You have a beautiful blog, Yeah. (Can I call you Yeah?) I love the popping surreal background. They say that’s the trend of our universe– implosion then evolution. Here’s to seeing what’s next.
PS:You have an awesome blog here. Like the layout as well.Kudos.
Thank you, Yeah.
1. how do you do? Hanging in there. I’ve been better. I can complain, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll continue to try to make the best of a bad situation.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? I adore hats. Winter -oversized beanie, Spring – sports/driving cap, Summer – giant sun-hat, Fall – Fedora
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable quote or moment?
I like the first question actually, and I believe the answer to both questions is a resounding NO. The protagonist’s name would be Ellie and her most memorable quote would be, “I make the impossible, possible,” and then she does. Her other quote would be to quote Frank Zappa’s quote which is, “There is no hell, there is only France.”
4. how do you deal with rejection?
a. implosion (describe): yes… I feel the need to justify and redeem myself.
b. explosion (describe): yes… I justify and redeem myself.
c. evolution (describe): yes… I justify and redeem myself.
d. other ___________ :This just about covers it.
5. truth or dare? I dare to tell the truth.
Welcome bohemian hippy. My god, those red shoes of yours are delicious. Wow! And FZ’s quote is hysterical. I wonder what he meant– all France or just Paris? A beautiful city covered in dog shit, perhaps? I once had a friend who, whenever anyone criticized her, she’d claim, “It’s part of my charm.” I love that quality.
Why, thank you! I suppose it’s not very hippy like of me to admit that those little red shoes were a total unnecessary, overpriced impulse purchase made while perusing through the shoe section at Nordtrom’s, but wow, are they comfy, and the suit my boho wardrobe.
After having traveling through France several times a year since 1996, I have to imagine he was mostly referring to Paris. I see you too, have walked the dog shit covered streets of the City of Love. Not many people believe me when I tell them this fact. They live in the magical Parisian dream world where there is no crime, everyone drinks wine and eats croissants for breakfast (ok that part is true), and the streets are paved with rose pedals.
You’re friend is a wise, wise woman.
I’ve had the chance to search through your blog now I’m hooked. I love your style. Keep up the great work 🙂
Don’t have to explain gorgeous red shoes to me, esp. ones that are comfortable. Jut don’t mind me if I stare and drool.
Well, I’m totally new to the whole blogging thing (it’s an extremely convenient way to avoid studying) and this happened to be the first blog I stumbled upon and the “about you” section completely snagged my attention. Now I’m interested so I guess I’ll answer your questionaire 🙂
1. How do I do? I suppose I do just dandy. I’m alive = I’m happy!
2. I would wear a hat, I wear one nearly every day because it’s cold here. It’s neon pink and may or may not glow in the dark and it makes me look like an elf. I love it.
3. Her name would be Katie because it’s a lovely name. Her most memorable quote… “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
4. Rejection… let’s see, all of the above, not always in that order.
Implosion – mentally berating myself
Explosion – that moment when I finally get by myself (because losing my shit in public is not happening) is swearing, kicking, wanting to break stuff, the list goes on.
Evolution – after the initial blow, introspection is in order. It’s time to write things out or talk things out, listen to some awesome jams and move on with a clear mind.
Other – pretend it didn’t happen.
5. Truth?
Hello Katie and welcome to the blogosphere. Are you a wall-puncher? I’m a sream-into-my-pillow person myself. I like the option of pretending it never happened. Truth with a question mark is intriguing….
Thank you for the welcome! Yes. Walls have been punched and items have been thrown. My pillow has also been verbally abused on occasion, but it’s not often. Pretending it never happened is quite possibly my go-to method for anything I’ve ever done wrong 😉 try it out sometime!
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?) at this very moment, I am obsessing over a bruise on my ankle that I inflicted on myself whilst taking off my rubber boot.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? I wear hats constantly. My favorites are a knit blue one and a crochet owl hat.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable quote or moment? Penelope Merriweather. She would be remembered for saying, “My first name ain’t Baby, it’s Janet. Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.”
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.) I can stand to be rejected. I wish I had a story for you, but honestly it wrecks me. First I panic, then I get super pissed, because really? I am the shizzle. Then I pout for awhile and over analyze it to death. Then I tell them to fuck off in my mind every time I see them.
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
Truth. Always truth. Usually when I do dares, even inadvertent ones, things go awry. Like the time I was 12ish and my step dads drunk friend wanted to take this jet ski for a test run with just me and no one else around. We almost sunk the jet ski and I’m left wondering why an adult male would’ve gone on such an adventure with a young girl for the rest of my life. No dares.
Hello, Carrie. I hope you’ve written about that jet ski experience. As soon as I read “step dad’s drunk friend” my throat constricted. It sounds like one of those life-altering moments that, when put on the page, can’t help but buzz with importance.
1i do great most days with pollyanna look at life 2 my hat would be a great victorian hat with feathers and jewels. In my second lice avantar I always have hat and crow. 3 Robin that is me crossed with batgirl and i would love everyone. Well most everyone. 4 rejected at work two yrs ago. Now I know they are assholes and I would never as western girl make those eastern jerks happy. 5 In the 70s I had an adventure in europe that would make your hair curl. Includes jail, hash and reading a book out loud to hookers and murderers then getting deported on a technicality and escaping 7 years in a foreign jail. truth!!
Now that’s a hat. I’ve always wanted a Victorian hat– velvet, with ostrich and ribbons– and wow, what a story. I have so many questions– like WHAT HAPPENED! and have you written about this adventure somewhere and what was the book you read them, I wonder? (Or perhaps that detail is irrelevant.)
Love your crows and quilt.
The story is still in my laptop only 1/3 done. You know how time slips away every day. The book I read to the other inmates was White Dawn by James Houston. The book had been left in the small holding cell we were in and so in an effort to calm my sister down I started reading it out loud. When we got to Ocala Women’s prison others latched onto us. The story is about three whalers who are lost at sea in the artic 200 yrs ago and are adopted by the Eskimo. A classic story of cultures clashing.
That’s it for now. Be good and wear your hats proudly!!
Hi when I get on my laptop keyboard I’ll give ya the lowdown 😉
Hello!
1. how do you do? I’m fine at the moment, got back from swimming laps this evening, had dinner, relaxing now and am delighted at having found your blog!
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? Up til now I’d wear beanies in winter and straw hats in summer. I still like straw hats in summer, but for winter time now I want something fancier, like happier colours or with a flower attached to the hat.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment? I’m fine with my real name: Sofia. Memorable characteristicS would be: sometimes way too kind to others (if that is possible), too impatient with myself, obsessed with miserable classical music, I’m from too many places to be from anywhere really… Gosh it all makes me sound a bit awful.
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
a. implosion (describe)
b. explosion (describe)
c. evolution (describe)
d. other ___________ All of the above. First I keep cool. Then I sort of panic and ring my best friends to have a good talk. Then try to learn from it. Till now I would ignore and pretend whatever never existed. But now I try and learn from it.
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises. Truth.
Sofia! It takes a certain someone to choose their own name, a certain je ne sais quois. Hello and welcome and my god, what a delicious blog you have. *blinking my eyes* *drooling* You can come over any time and will you please, please show me how to make the dulce de membrillo!
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
I do, or rather I am somewhat tired after a long day but on the whole rather well. The sun came out this morning, it helped 🙂
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
I have a hat collection actually. I think everyone should. If I was a hat though… I think I’d be a grey top-hat, covered in garlands of flowers.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment?
Her name would be Maria Arienette Lacey and she would be memorable because she has a tendency to quote things in the middle of conversations
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
a. implosion (describe)
I cry, think about it, deal with it. I had my heart-broken once by one of my friends, we didn’t talk for awhile but we got over it after a lot of crying, thinking, dealing with it, now we’re as close as ever and far less awkward 🙂
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
I tend to slip a coin and let that choose. I do more dares than I probably should. My first kiss was a dare on the school field because nobody believed I’d kiss a girl: I regret nothing.
Hello and welcome to the party. Regrets are a waste of time, I say.
Exactly! Better to waste time over things you do.
1 – O’reet? I’m reet proper good, ta.
2 – I’d be The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, by Oliver Sacks.
3 – An existentially laden anti-hero by the name of Wilfred Von Snugglemuffins. He’d be fond of roaring, “But I did turn the oven off!” whilst picking his nostrils arbitrarily.
4 – Dealing with rejection – alcohol. Vodka does the trick.
5 – I’d simply ignore the question.
Hello Mr. Wapojif–
I raise my schooner of bourbon and join you in oblivious, ignorant bliss!
(I’m crazy about Oliver Sacks. I recommend his latest, Hallucinations, if you haven’t seen it yet. http://worldsciencefestival.com/webcasts/sacks)
Ah, mercy buckets, I have been meaning to read it. One shall order it orf Amazon right now, actually. Chin chin! FYI, Groovy blog, btw.
1. still figuring out, today it’s taking me longer that the usual (been up for almost 5 hours, already)
2. a black veil tiny hat, like the ones classy women wore in the 40s
3. Her name would be Micol and she would be a very talented actress who teaches in a primary school while waiting for success. Here memorable quote would be “There’s a solution for everything, except the lack of curiosity”.
4. I don’t, mostly. This is why I haven’t become a photographer nor a writer and I’m single. And the story would take too long to be written in a comment 🙂
5. dare. I’ve been choosing truth for a lifetime and where did it get me? on my couch, on a saturday morning, trying to figure out who who I want to be. dare. I need someone to dare me to do something I haven’t had the guts to do so far. see if I get anywhere.
I dare you to be a photographer.
Hi,I am melancholy. How are you?
I have tons of hats. SInce being a mom, I do not don one often. My fab Coach suede burgundy hat with a tan leather “belt” that goes through the middle would be my everyday style. Cool looking, classic, but a little funky. Me in a freaking nutsehll.
In my movie or story, the character would be named: Doteur O’Hara. She is a southern woman that has a flair for the dramatic. She is beautiful and lonely and confident on the outside, but constantly doubts herself. Hence the name, Doteur. Her quote: Life is not a dress rehearsal, so look fabulous all of the time and do not apologize for who you are.
I think that I have a mini-implosion. I internalize and internalize and their is spontaneous combustion and then I hurl angry and hurtful words and sometimes objects at the rejector. Luckily, I do not have a romantic interest in my life, because that is what I link rejection with. I am not good at picking, so I am running away from love. This way rejection is easier to avoid…
Truth-I do not know who I am totally. I am at the point of my life where I am entering the Big Fours. I am helping my kid to explore who she is and she is more well-rounded and adjusted than any adult that I have ever met. She is multi-talented, extremely smart and so kind and pure of heart. I am on the other end of the spectrum. I am not really in a career. I have no love life. I am figuring out who I want in my life- who is worthy. I am measuring myself up to all of the people that I know that have love and don’t have financial problems or career worries. I am failing miserably in my eyes and it is scary.
At the bookstore where I work, we sell a cool bookmark that reads “be the person that your dog thinks you are.” I’d buy it if it said “kid” instead of “dog.” Just think how fabulous and astounding and happy we’d be if we could see ourselves through their eyes.
So, do true.
1. I’m fine, well, okay. (I have a bit of cold.) How are you?
2. I love hats, but rarely find one that fits as I have a large head. I tell people it’s because I have a big, brilliant mind, but I think it’s just a big skull and lots of hair.
3. Since I’m writing my own story, I reserve the right to tweak my protagonist to make her more daring and exciting. Her name would be Erica Stratford and she would be a confident, tempestuous redhead who can parallel park and isn’t afraid of spiders. Her quote: “I’ll just have the daily special.” (As a fussy eater, I’d love to avoid the eye rolling and sighs whenever I place one of my special orders in a restaurant.)
4. Implosion–I take everything very personally and stew about rejections and slights endlessly.
5. Truth. I’m not the daring type.
As an undergrad, I manned an on-campus hall. Twice a week for one semester, a very controversial professor at the school held classes in that hall. He was very popular for many out-there ideas, including the fact that he thought people with bigger heads were more intelligent than small-headed people. Whether he was correct or not should be irrelevant to you, and you should go hatless with pride and self-assurance. (Thank you for stopping by!)
😀 This looks fun, I’d like to take a whack at it!
1. Unfortunately, not so well at the moment! I also have a bit of a cold (like sailorswoman). 😦 I hate being sick, I feel so sluggish and cranky.
2. It would look like a sun hat! And it’d be white, preferably, and made out of that straw-like material that I don’t know the name of.
3. My protagonist’s name would be Drae, since that’s my nickname. Her most memorable quote would be, “Always like what you write, and always write what you like.” So she’d be a writer, right! And bffs with J.K. Rowling, just fyi.
4. d. all of the above.
It depends on the situation, but implosion usually comes first for me. The rejection always catches me off guard, sorta kills me a little, numbs my brain. The explosion comes later, usually when I’m venting to a family member. (And if it doesn’t come while I’m venting, then it just silently has its heyday in my mind.) It’s rare when the explosion comes first, which would usually be because I didn’t like the way I was rejected, or the person who rejected me, or the reason I was rejected, and etc. The implosion would then be the aftermath in those cases–a mix of guilt, embarrassment, and more sadness at the rejection.
But either way, in the end I never regret anything. That’s my evolution. I take what’s happened and make it a keepsake like, “Yeah, I’ve been rejected–but I handled it.” 😛 Sure, the memories might haunt me for the rest of my life, but like I said–don’t regret a thing!
5. My nickname is dare! It just puts the “r” before the “a” for… various… reasons.
So yes, dare!
But I’m afraid I don’t have much of a story for this… just that I took a shot of ketchup once on a dare. 😛
Pleasure to meet you, Drae, I wish I could say the words “always” and “write” in the same sentence. Have you ever noticed that truthless is just one letter away from ruthless? I usually choose truth, and usually regret it.
The pleasure’s all mine, Anna! And actually, it’s easy for me to say those words in the same sentence, but not as easy to live up to them–not by a long shot.
And, no, I’ve never noticed that truthless is a mere letter away from ruthless! How ironic. Have you ever noticed that live spelled backwards is evil? O.o I’m not sure what to make of it…
1. I am well!! (I am tired as it is late and I probably should get some sleep).
2. Fedora; I like the mysterious feel of them. Although my husband loves my sun hat I bought this past summer, he loves me in hats.
3. I like to think of myself as a ninja who bides her time, and then suddenly I’m there! (sadly that happens in real life when people turn around and go “holy crap you scared me!) I would have my movie about my life star Selena Gomez to voice act, as I do love animation, makes me feel a child at heart.
4. Evolution: I have had a lot of forced rejection in life, and there was really nothing I could do about it. I hated it, and it sucked: parents divorcing and all that. I did turn the tides when the first boy I dated and cared about deeply decided to unexpectedly dump me. I was devastated b/c I didn’t see that coming. I thought I was getting married, and he says: “I think it’s time we go our separate ways.” Over time, I would wake up and go through motions not really trying to think, but trying to live. Months past, and even though I claimed to be ‘moved on’ from my tragedy, I still felt myself hobbling along with life.
A caring friend invited me, and my ex, on a hike to enjoy the last remaining days of summer. I didn’t care if he was there, I went to be with her, and not him. He was her friend too. That day started a change that I wasn’t sure should be happening at that point. At every point there could possibly be, I ended up alone with him! I thought I was losing my mind! I tried to find a way to keep up, or slow down, to lose sight of him, to be selfish! Nothing kept this fool away from me. So I thought it was time to reconcile. We stopped at this bridge that went across a steep river flow and overlooked a waterfall. We literally, after much heart to heart discussion, kissed and made up.
5. That’s the truth. 🙂
P.S. You are an awesome writer! Thank you!
What a lovely story. I love happy endings, if they’re true. Thank you for the story, and for reading.
1) I’m doing well, all things considered. I suppose I should be doing homework, but what else is new.
2) I do wear hats. My favorite right now is my Tyrolean hat. It’s black with a dark green hatband and a feather.
3) I’ve already got that story in my head. Her name is Dani, she does karate and she will lie until no one doubts that she has no romantic feelings whatsoever, even if she’s slowly rotting on the inside from an unrequited love… There’s a reason my ideas never get written down on paper, digital or otherwise.
4) What do you do when you’re head-over-heels in love with someone whom it is unethical to love? You implode because nobody can know about it. You then proceed to explode to your friends until they tell you to “just get over it already.” And you hope to some higher being that you can evolve from it and “just get over it already!”
5)Dare, because you don’t seem like the kind of person to dare me to do something stupid.
Unethical? Really? As in not morally correct? As in married person or priest or blood relative or teacher? I dare you to find someone you can walk down the street with, holding hands, and not worry about it, because love is difficult enough as it is. I dare you to risk being requited. (I know, it’s terrifying, isn’t it?)
Delighted to make your acquaintance, Anna. Do you do? I do, oh yes I do. I darn well do
For a hat, I would choose a slouchy tam for most days and a snood for formal days…then again, where would the feather go?
A biography of me? Can’t even imagine. There would be far too many scenes of a girl, then a woman, staring longingly out a window.
Rejection? Dejection, confusion, evolution. Then a ten hour nap.
In truth or dare, I would always choose truth. I could invent the truth but I couldn’t fake the dare.
:))
Hello, Jo-Anne! I bet there’s something fascinating happening out that window.
I wear a hat. My hat is a very pale peach hat, with a wide brim and an even paler veil.
The veil has tiny sparkling jewels scattered throughout.
There are deliciously delicate white roses upon my hat.
And a few pink ones with a tiny yellow flower stuck somewhere in between. I cant get by a day without yellow.
My hat is outstandingly feminine. The veil is one that I can appear to be softer from behind it. And protected from…
the dust
the stares of men
the stares of women
the words thrown at me that I would prefer to throw back.
I will lift my veil for God only.
For God in you.
(ok…real time now….. I have no clue what I am doing here. its my first day ever on a blog…dont even know if I can find my way around this sight to get back to my own).
my name is Anna. if you would write to me..I will lift my veil with a smile to you….) A
1. How do I do what? How do I urinate perhaps? I relax my external urethral sphincter, and sometimes I increase the pressure in my thoracic cavity by exhaling against a closed glottis. It’s called the val salva maneuver.
2. The hat would indistinguishable from shadow.
3. The name would be L. Torment and the line would be “Forever alone, forever at war.”
4. Other: Each rejection spurs me to string together another sequence of nitrogenous bases for the synthetic organism I am designing. When I reach 1 million rejections, a terrible, tiny, monster will be unleashed upon this earth.
5. I chose dare. I ate an insect. It was still wriggling when I put it in my mouth. I swallowed all the meat and goo, but I had spit out the exoskeleton.
-Loup Mal
P.S.
Thanks, those questions were most enjoyable.
1. Swimmingly, right now. I have found a fun way to procrastinate on my own writing!
2. I have about a zillionpointtwo hats. Most have brims that dip over my left eye, where I hide the brow that raises itself with ironic humor whenever it chooses, wearer be dammed.
3. If there is pure fiction or true autobiography, it is only written by people with photographic memories and OCD. True Autobiography or Pure Fiction, ah, well. That is all around us, no? A movie of my life would feature a Holly Golightly clone who frequently says, “Ooh, let’s try that again!”
4. I do not deal well with rejection. Sorry, no story, just an image of a little girl trudging towards a patch of birch trees to hide until she feels better. When she is stuck in the South, it’s a large willow tree to hide under or a climbing tree to hide in.
5. Truth or Dare? Truth, to my deep embarrassment, way too many times. Once, after a head injury, I started to believe absolute truth was always and everywhere the best way to go. I lost a lot of friends. Not that I told nasty truths; I did not tell ALL truth, just what I was asked about, and softened if it seemed necessary. Still, I was living in a world that was much more fictional than I had known and I made everyone around me uncomfortable. I was a loose cannon and soon I achieved persona non grata-hood all over my life. Shoulda gone for the dare!
1. I’m doin’ pretty good, how you doin’?
2. It would be huge and black and floppy and It would cover my eyes so when I chose to look at someone I could dramatically flip it up and look them up and down.
3. Hmm, well if it’s a movie about my life I guess she would be called my name. Her most memorable characteristic would maybe be…her *slight* neurotic tenancies. Maybe her most memorable quote would be, “What the hell?!” Because it seems I say that a lot.
4. I cry and eat tons of chocolate whilst pretending I don’t care about being rejected. I try and give myself pep talks in the mirror like “WHO CARES YOU ARE STRONG AND INDEPENDENT AND YOU DON’T NEED THIS OR ANYBODY” while sobbing and wiping snot from my face. Then I go eat more chocolate and text my friends for sympathy. It’s a great strategy.
a. Two compelling emotions that build and build inside you like a forgotten pan of boiling water on the stove until they both reach boiling point or breaking point and the pan breaks and the water burns your insides and rips your organs apart but on the outside all people see is a tear rolling down your cheek or the flush of your cheeks from your imploding insides.
b. Two compelling forces outside of your body that you have no control over YET they effect you so they invade your body until the outside and the inside is not good enough and you can’t keep the lid on the pot of boiling water anymore without it blowing up and the whistling noise gets louder until and explosion happens and you have to clean up the mess.
c. Change. Learning from who you used to be and who you are today and what you said yesterday. Evolution is making mistakes and trying not to make them again and being smarter and being a better person because of it.
5. I would have chosen truth. And then I would have lied.
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
Today I am quite energetic and clear headed which is a nice vacation from the my usual conflicted nature. Made good art today.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
I have a decent collection of hats. I would not choose a single hat. I must have change and choice. But most of my choices are subtle beauties that define my mood.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment? No pure fiction, no true auto biography. Vera. ” And to tell the truth, rightly understood, is not to state the true facts but to convey a true impression. Truth in spirit, not truth to letter, is the true veracity.” (R.L. Stevenson)
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.) I die and get reborn. Stronger. I return to the torturous place in my heart called “alone”. I scream and curse and kick and punch walls. I get more angry because there is no one to blame, no one to yell at. Sometimes it manifests in a panic attack. Then, as if possessed, I draw. I paint. I create with all the cathartic energy that is in my soul. And I am reborn. No on helped me. No one saved me. I did it alone. I survived. again. “Only in suffering do we recognize beauty.”- Marcel Proust
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises. Truth is I have always hated this game. (Sorry)
Love this quiz idea, very cool
I’m doing alright, that’s what I always say. All smiles and looking just fine, only to save the sorrows for my words.
If I wore a hat, it’d be black or a dark tint of grey and I’ll wear it a little oversized so that no one seesthe face behind it.
I don’t know what the protagonist’s name would be… something with some hidden sense to mine, of course, but not too disclosing. The most remarkable characteristic would probably be that this character is a writer and he falls in love with the people in his stories. That was he rids himself of hating those that he actually does.
Implosion would best describe how I deal with rejection. Somehow inthe end I’m able to bla e everything on me. I’m a genius in that and I’ve got my reasons and stories behind that.
I LOVE SAD STORIES. The ones that make me cry, so I would say stories that scuttle up and sink their teethinto my ankles, somewhat. Anyghing very emotional is my thing 😀
1. I am doing. doing a whole lot of nothing these days, and trying to feel out when it will be time to start again.
2. hats eh? i think it would be the conical rice paddy hat but a particular one from an old kung fu movie I saw years ago. it may or may not decapitate people when thrown at them.
3. His name would be Anthony Disperatia and after a life of struggling against the evils of a corrupt society he would, upon the eve of his victory come to enlightenment and realize that the evil he fought so long against lived not in bureaucracy, ideology or economy but in the hearts of the human beings he sought to save.
4. I deal with rejection before i am rejected. I over analyse and over think shit to death before it has a chance to live. so I reject myself first.
5. When I was younger i would use truth to harm people, or maybe just shock and offend them into leaving me alone. I was just out of high school and working as a cook at Perkins family restaurant. I was( am) quite shy and awkward in most social circumstances until i know people and being only a few months into the job i didn’t really talk to the waitresses much. One day, during a lull in the dinner rush, the wait staff was standing around on their side of the window and one of them came up to window and begin flirting with me. She did it in such a way that it was obvious she was just putting me on the spot and trying to make me uncomfortable. She would laugh and look back to her gaggle of co workers on the other side of the window who in turn giggled. I began panicking inside but my training in the battle grounds of high school hallways allowed me to remain calm outwardly. I waited for her to finish and said,” I would love to go out with you sometime X, but we both know I could never afford you”.
I essentially called her a whore but my intention was to say she was a spoiled brat who would expect more than she deserved. Everyone gasped and the ‘ how dare you ?” etc started coming my way but it was half hearted because they knew I was just defending myself . Inside I was horrified and at the same time over joyed that i managed to find a bomb to drop and end the situation. Just telling the story makes me feel a little dirty that i wasn’t mature enough to just blow her off.
1. I suppose I must be doing myself a vain favor. I like to talk about myself but rarely am asked in a situation where I feel confident to answer. Plus Interesting questions intrigue me.
2 If? As if I don’t? I have one right now that is straight out of the 1920’s (for real…) it’s black with a wide velvet ribbon and one side swoops down over my face.
3. Oh God, I love this. The name would be Delian Jayce. Memorable moment would be when her face softens into awareness as she realizes that who she wants to be so badly is already there.
4. I don’t. Not well. So…yeah. I would tell a story but it would be a sob story – literally.
a. implosion (describe): Everything internally explodes.
b. explosion (describe): Everything around me explodes.
c. evolution (describe): The result when everything is done exploding.
d. other ___________ minions.
5. truth or dare? Both are tasty.
1. I’m okay, thanks.
2. I often wear a black beanie or a black…err, I don’t know what it’s called. But girls wear them in London a lot. It’s from H&M and it’s very fashionable.
3. Yes. I mean, if it’s about my life, her name should be my name, Kate. And everyone would love her for her sassy attitude.
4. I’d say implosion first and then explosion later on.
5. I always choose truth. You don’t even have to ask me a personal question under the pretense of truth or dare. Just ask. I’ll probably tell you more than you wanted to know.
1. I fake-called in sick today, and spent hours doing nothing. So, yeah, I’m doing spectacularly well, thank you.
2. I don’t usually wear hats, but if I did, it would be a witch hat because even though I’m twenty two, I still want to go to Hogwarts.
3. No, no such thing as pure fiction or auto-biography as I believe that fiction and truth are often tangled. To answer your second question, my protagonist will be called Anya (don’t ask me why cuz I don’t know) and her most memorable characteristic(s) would be her irresistible charm, her indomitable battle skills, her breathtaking beauty and her incomparable talent in the sack. Well, basically everything that I am not.
4. I don’t. Dealing is not one of my best qualities. I usually try to ignore the fact that I was rejected and act like it never happened.
5. truth or dare? I usually go for truths because
a) my truths are incredibly boring because I’m an incredibly boring person.
b) even if my truths were titillating, gossip-worthy stuff, I’d lie and people would have no idea that I was lying.
c) I’m a wimp and I am scared of dares.
Although I have done some dares in the past. Once, I ate an extremely spicy green chili and my tongue turned red and my stomach felt like it was being eroded by acid. Another time, one of my friends dared me to stare at a guy for ten minutes straight even if he caught me looking. Some very awkward moments ensued. And another time, I was asked to tell a guy that he had a beautiful mustache. All of my dares are basically middle-school type stuff, not anything crazy.
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?) I’m recovering from a head injury- another cyclist crashed into me (I was cycling).
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? A bike helmet or my favourite 20 yr. mohair-cashmere wool winter hat in winter.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment? Innocent Misdemeanor. Enjoying the best regardless of someone else’s script for me.
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.) I might wonder over it, wrestle over it and then after a few wks., forget about it. Not everyone likes me …and I haven’t even spoken, said anything.
a. implosion (describe) Excessive narcissism
b. explosion (describe) Starburst at night.
c. evolution (describe) A cycling journey
d. other ___________
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?) How do I do more than one thing at once? Hold down three jobs, one which involves pimping out my words to strange publications for a little money (even though I keep the best ones for myself)? I just passed myself in the hallway; I’ll ask and let you know what she says.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like? I just got used to this new haircut, so no hats until it grows out to that awkward, in-between-trim length.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment? a- I’d ask Tim O’Brien, but then he’d tell an awesome story and end with, “That didn’t happen,” and you’d walk away feeling like “Was he actually on that boat on the river or not?! Man, he’s a good story-teller.” b- My character is actually a villainess who never says to herself, “I wish I had written that” because she can alter time and write all the famous stories as herself *insert angry comments from time-travel junkies about screwing up the chain of events, butterfly effect, an whatnot.
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.) This one time I submitted a short story to the literary magazine run by the school where I received my MFA. It’s a no-brainer, I thought. It got rejected. The story won an award a few months later and has since been anthologized. So *raspberry.* Long story short, I’m immature about the whole deal.
a. implosion (describe) What my brain does when I don’t have coffee.
b. explosion (describe) What my brain does on too much coffee.
c. evolution (describe) Extra Virgin Olive Oil You Shun
d. other ___________ A line in an Emily Dickinson poem
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises. I once dared myself that I wouldn’t buy a couch, and then I did. I bought that couch.
What did I just do?
(1) I do by the skin of my teeth mostly, although I always wanted to do better.
(2) I love hats. I wear many hats, although in recent years I’ve become quite reliant – frankly over-reliant – on the baseball cap, which is extremely useful for both blocking sun and making the world smaller and more manageable. This summer I travelled to the Republic of Georgia and wore a broad-brimmed-open-crown-type hat so I could keep my hair pulled up in a bun and still have shade on face and neck – not especially attractive, but it did its work. I think cloches suit me best, though, if we’re talking fashion and face shape.
(3) I’m teaching a class on war and remembrance and the *Iliad* right now, and today we talked about how war and art are hopelessly bound up, and each shapes the other, and neither can be fully understood without the other. So, no: no true autobiography, no pure fiction. Very few hard and fast lines. Also, a coyote plays me in my biopic. Although I will admit that I’ve been feeling melancholy and uncommunicative lately.
(4) I had my first rejection of an academic article in early fall. I’ve had plenty of other rejections, of writings and other things, but, like many academics (and many writers), I haven’t really figured out how to enforce the boundary between MY WORK and MY SELF, so I took it hard. I still haven’t read the comments to make revisions and send it out again. I will read them eventually. Probably when I’m a little drunk. One of my mentor-friends said it was a good piece and merited revision. Another mentor-friend said I should just send it to a better journal as-is. I still can’t look directly at it, though, so have done neither.
(5) I just finished reading TH White’s *Once and Future King* – and of course I’m re-reading the *Iliad* (my favorite poem) as I’m teaching it: I seem to have chosen grand stories that trumpet futility and fatalism while dwelling on impossible moments of love. (I also like humor, although the *Iliad* is fairly short on that, frankly; Homer was very serious, apparently, but White is delightful with his communist badgers and so on.) So stories that make bold claims with intense eye contact, but in hushed tones, leaning in close, speaking confessionally and in the service of human connection.
I will answe to the questions:
1.I can’t say that I’m good or fine cuz I would lie as a person you are never truly satisfied
2.A medium size dark hat
3.No it doesn’t exist pure fiction or pure autobiography cuz we the writers are always interfering changing the real course of on autobiography and any fiction has a real situation as a starting point of the idea even if it is in a smal percent
4.Depends on who makes the rejection,but in most cases I’m drama free,it just makes me wanna improve myself more.as a response Evolution.Most probably the character name would be Blackheart White.
5.Truth
1) I alright ish, thank you! How are you?
2) My hat would be a bowler hat and have multi-coloured beads all over it because why not eh?
3) I would like to say that Kiera Knightly or Ann Hathaway would play me, but it would more likely be Miranda Hart because I will probably grow up to be her. My characteristic is either my massive eyebrows or massive hair.
4) I hate rejection and do not deal with it very well so I usually don’t let myself trust a person enough that their rejection will hurt too much.
5) Truth. Truth. Truth. Once I picked dare and had to stay in the stinky boys toilets for a few minutes. Never chose dare again.
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
I do good, thanks. I am currently iced into my home in Tennessee, surviving by hot coffee and thick socks.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
It would be a red beanie
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment?
Her name would be Fo.
She be witty and cynical, with blue yes.
Her quote would be “I am a walking, talking contradiction.”
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
a. implosion (describe)
b. explosion (describe)
c. evolution (describe)
d. other ___________
I deal with rejection in all three of those ways, and pretty much in the exact order you supplied.
At first, I implode, often silently and without notice. I go about my life feeling like I have a hole inside.
Then it can explode from me in an attempt to act like I am not bogged down by it. I may dye my hair, chop it off, buy something extravagant, i don’t know. Usually I explode in small ways.
Then, I end up healing from it. Walking around, carrying it with me tends to take a subtle toll on my life, but in a positive way, even when I am not aware of it. i dust myself off, and carry on with a new perspective.
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises
I probably would’ve chosen truth…I am not a very outgoing, fearless person, and in my younger days, sitting on hale bales at parties, dares were always things I initially chose, trying to prove something to myself or others, but never went through with, and ended up switching back to truth anyway. Truth has always lingered on my lips anyway, I tell things honestly, and the way that they are, at least I have always tried to. It never plagued me too much to have to admit something, confess to something, or have an opinion about something. I guess that is why I am more of a writer and less of an adventurer.
❤
1. I am alright, you know. At this very moment, writing this, I’m alright. And you?
2. I like beach hats but I haven’t found one that fits well yet. They always fall below my eyebrows.
3. Too deep of a question! Am stumped. The name would probably would be something Indian/South Asian.
4. I deal with rejection in different ways. Initially, I go through a range of emotions and then after a while I just let it go and move on to the next thing. When I got my first rejection, my friends and I went out for a movie and pizza! Fun times.
5. Truth. It’s something that I’ve always picked. I don’t like not having control over my being.
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
I am doing quite well in relation to the physical state that I am in currently. I recently found out that I am part of a small 1% of the population who has managed to have a fractured tarsal coalition. It’s great (mild sarcasm intended.)
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
If I wore a hat, which I do, it would be a blue plaid military style cap with a plethora of buttons that I have collected on my travels.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment?
If there were a movie made based from my life the protagonists name would be Raz and her most memorable characteristic would be that no one noticed her when she wanted to hide from the world, but everyone noticed her when she had something to say.
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
Dealing with rejection is a touchy subject for me. All my life I have been very manipulative, getting anything and everything I wanted at the drop of a hat solely based on the specific words that I used. However, now that I am older and in college with a very happy relationship, I have managed to find the one person in the world who is able to say “no” to me. Honestly, at first I was severely intrigued, but as time went on I began to get frustrated. I would get frustrated because all of my old tactics that I had used all of my life didn’t work anymore. Although I was very frustrated at first, overtime I began to appreciate and actually enjoy the fact that I had found someone who was able to dig into me as a person and find who was really hiding under all of the crap I was putting up. Rejection of who I had become was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
In all honesty, I hate the game “truth or dare.” I think it should just be called “truth.” For me personally I find that learning a truth about someone is much more satisfying in terms of relationship building, whether it’s romantic or not, than daring a person to do something stupid. I see “dares” as a waste of time when you could be using that time to actually get to know that person on a personal level. I’m not saying that there should never be a time when a relationship between two people gets silly and stupid. I’m just saying that there needs to be a personal relationship built before you can truly enjoy doing something completely stupid with them.
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
>>>How do i don’t? Ooh. Well, I don’t by doing what I don’t. Maybe? I think? I’m insane perhaps.
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
>>>Hmm… If i wore a hat… normally i’d choose something like Bruno mars’ hat but if this is not just another world, then this hat that i’d wear would probably look like a bookshelf. To carry books. Or maybe a hat made of doughnuts?
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
>>>Other. I look for the delete button in my home screen and drag every other thing to the recycle bin but of course, I don’t recycle it. I have to delete it to avoid frustration that could cause explosion that could cause evolution.
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
>>>If I choose truth, i would have to tell a truth. Not a lie. But that would be dangerous. So I’d choose dare. But the dare option lets you do… i dunno, crazy things! So I choose PIKACHU! Pika Pika!
Phew. That was fun 😀
I love these. There’s one on my blog…but no responders 😦 Heh! Probably because she’s still Under Construction!
1. how do you do? (or how do you don’t?)
I am doing AWESOME! Just flowing, you know?
I’m don’t do excited right now, though…I’m patiently waiting for many seeds to sprout!
2. if you wore a hat, what would it look like?
Oh my! I’m more of a scarf person. I like my neck and shoulders to feel snuggled. But if I wore a hat, it would probably be a grey knitted beanie with a yin-yang on it.
3. is there such a thing as pure fiction or true autobiography? no–scratch that–if we made a movie of your life, what would your protagonist’s name be and what would be his/her most memorable characteristic, quote, or moment?
I would like my protagonist to not be named so that people would have to call her “protagonist”.
Probably if there were a movie about me it would be about a woman who wasn’t quite psychic and not quite a “genius” who used her creativity to discover a new dimension of awareness by which people could better plan their lives to make the world a more beautiful place. The movie could have scenes full of hidden sacred geometry and easter-eggs from old Eastern philosophy. Maybe some shots in the Himalayas and a hilarious yoga-class space-out scene. Is that boring?
4. how do you deal with rejection? (tell me a story. i love stories.)
With neutrality! If people don’t like me…I just don’t care. I mean, why care? You can’t please everybody and shouldn’t strive to!
5. truth or dare? hypothetically which would you choose or really, which have you chosen? yes, i’m asking for stories again. stories that scuttle up and sink their teeth into your ankle, stories that stand against the wall chewing cuticles, stories that lure you into the passenger seat with candy promises.
Always “truth”. Here’s a story just for you, though!
I planned my life from middle school to the end of high-school trying to be a good candidate for med-school acceptance. Well, right when it was time (at the end of college) to take the MCATS, I had a “spiritual experience” (or whatever you want to call it) and went in a different direction. Lately I’ve been writing more and more, and it goes along with the awesome new thing that I’m studying.
My little cousin who is 16 and much smarter than I am is doing the same thing I did – planning for medical school. But she’s a brilliant writer and her English teachers want her to pursue Literature or Screenwriting. I hope she will listen to them. Money is good, but books are better!
This questionnaire was so much fun! Thank you 🙂
1. I haven’t gotten out of the house for a few days and I’m facing the jarring realization that I have, possibly, no friends at all. Other than that, I’m quite alright.
2. I’ve always wanted to wear one of those little bowler hats, but my head is too big and I don’t have the guts to pull it off.
3. Should I answer both? I’ll answer both.
There could be pure fiction. My college professor once gave of this prompt: to think of yourself. And to write about a character that’s different from you in every conceivable way.
But, for me there is no such thing as fiction. My characters are almost always, at least a little bit, like me.
But isn’t everybody???
As for autobiography, doubt it. Every essay comes with an amount of poeticism that you, yourself, do not actually possess.
Like this, do I speak the way I write? Hell no, and life don’t come out that way, either.
If there was a movie of my life, I guess the protagonists name would be Miloh.
Her characteristics are that she’s unusually keen on the nuances of the human condition and even aware of her own shortcomings but unwilling to do anything about that.
4. Here’s the story of when I got rejected from the college of my (I should say, my family’s) dreams.
The decisions came out at 6 pm. I’d been watching a few episodes of this new sitcom and doing yoga– all the while refreshing the acceptance page website like a motherfucker.
And, as you know from the introduction, I didn’t get in.
I’m not sure the real stages of grief but denial was the first thing that hit. I read that letter about five times. I didn’t see a congratulations but you know, maybe I was waitlisted (spoiler: I wasn’t).
Then I had one of those movie moments where I knelt to the ground with my head in my hands. And all my friends who had gotten in were screaming in excitement via grouptext and my family was sending question marks.
And I just sat there, on that yoga mat, rejected as hell.
Then I spent the day with my friends and they patted my head.
And I got over it.
Now I’m in a college with one of the best creative writing programs in the country and who knows if I would have found this passion if I’d gone to the University of *******
So suck it!
a. I imagine a flat sheet of paper being crumpled into a ball. But the universe is that flat sheet of paper. And really suddenly, it’s crumpled into a little universe ball.
b. I’ll stick with the paper analogy for continuity’s sake. It’s like, uncrumpling a sheet of paper except it gets ripped apart from the center and goes flying every whichaway.
c. our kids kids kids kids pinky, ring, middle, and index finger fuse into one because all they really need are their thumbs.
d. love: (first thought, probably not best thought)
a feedback loop of validation
5. “Truth”.
I always say truth.
Truth because dares mean getting into trouble and kissing strangers and stepping out of my very comfy comfort zone. But never the real truth. A half truth.
“What’s your strangest sexual fantasy?”
Holy shit. I am not telling a room full of people who know me that I’d cum like a madwoman if I could watch my boyfriend go down on another guy while I watch, naked, eating a hot sundae.
“Iunno, a threesome?”
“Kinky.”
I scoff. “Yeah.”
1) I absolutely hate this question and my number one dream is that it will one day be considered rude to ask this question in American culture. However, since you ask, I am well, thank you. How are you?
2) Truth to be told, I cannot wear hats. My head is too big or too weird, something is off. Every single hat I try on look equally ridiculous. And honestly, I am completely fine with it. I think hats are great for everyone that loves them. For me, however, they are simply not to be considered.
3) I am thinking no name for the protagonist! How great wouldn’t that be? We’ve all read short stories without knowing the name of the protagonist, maybe even novels. But how often do you watch a movie without knowing the name of the protagonist? Surely that would end up being a great movie. As for a quote or a moment I cannot give an answer yet. I am still young and I think my great moment is ahead of me. I sincerely hope it is! Even if it is only a small moment. So for my quote that probably would not even end up in the movie: “I think my moment is ahead of me.”
4. It starts with a boy. Of course, a rejection story very often starts with a boy. First you cry, then you burn something, and then, after a little candy and some more crying, you slowly realize that you would be fine. This process might repeat itself a couple of times before you reach the very end. Then you see the boy for who he really is, and you know he was never intended for you.
5. Truth. Always truth. If the question is too uncomfortable you can always lie. Don’t tell me you haven’t lied your way out of a Truth, I think we all have. And yet again, it is almost something daring with a Truth. When being asked the question it’s just like being dared to answer. So yes, I pick Truth, but by doing so one also picks dare.