Friday Five, And Something Else
May. 12th, 2006 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargoIt's All Relative
1. How many siblings do you have?
~Four, two brothers and two sisters.
2. Do you get along with your family?
~Now that I no longer live at home and have to deal with the daily we get along great.
3. Think you look like anyone in your family?
~HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Heh. Hoohoohoo. No.*
4. Do you want / do you have any children of your own?
~I'm not a kid person. I know that's going to disappoint a few people in how they think of me, but I just don't see myself as a father.
5. Special plans for Mother's Day?
~My mom lives 3 hours away, so no, but I did buy her a flowering plant, and on Saturday they'll be coming out here to pick up my sister Cora from college, so we'll probably all do breakfast then.
Let Me Tell You About The Way I Am
I've told my paranoid stories so many times that they no longer hold a spark for me. How, upon receiving candy from "A Secret Admirer" at work I figured they had to be poisoned, so I threw them out. How, when the tiny old Italian man came to my door asking to see his "good friends, the Kaufmans," (the previous owners of this house), I immediately assumed he was mafia, and it was payback time. Then there's the time on Thanksgiving evening when I went in search of an open restaurant, I walked into one that claimed to be open, but it was pitch black inside. My first thought was that I'd better get out, and wipe my finger prints off the door in case something had happened. My second thought? Go to the police and tell them, that way if you're implicated you have some kind of alibi.
See, the thing is, these thoughts normally start as comedy in my mind. "Ha, ha, poisoned candy!" Quickly it goes from that to, "Oh, my, god. Poisoned candy!" My mind thinks of the worst case scenario at the start, as a joke, but quickly it transmutes to something else.
For example, zombies and the oncoming Zombie Apocalypse were just a momentary thought after a movie, and now it's turned into a semi-obsession. I joke, and yet every moment it seems I thinking, "What would you do if something happened now?"
There. A little about me to show that I'm just a touch insane. It's a good thing, though. It makes me fun.
*My brothers and sisters are adopted from Korea, and I'm adopted too, but from State-side.
1. How many siblings do you have?
~Four, two brothers and two sisters.
2. Do you get along with your family?
~Now that I no longer live at home and have to deal with the daily we get along great.
3. Think you look like anyone in your family?
~HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Heh. Hoohoohoo. No.*
4. Do you want / do you have any children of your own?
~I'm not a kid person. I know that's going to disappoint a few people in how they think of me, but I just don't see myself as a father.
5. Special plans for Mother's Day?
~My mom lives 3 hours away, so no, but I did buy her a flowering plant, and on Saturday they'll be coming out here to pick up my sister Cora from college, so we'll probably all do breakfast then.
Let Me Tell You About The Way I Am
I've told my paranoid stories so many times that they no longer hold a spark for me. How, upon receiving candy from "A Secret Admirer" at work I figured they had to be poisoned, so I threw them out. How, when the tiny old Italian man came to my door asking to see his "good friends, the Kaufmans," (the previous owners of this house), I immediately assumed he was mafia, and it was payback time. Then there's the time on Thanksgiving evening when I went in search of an open restaurant, I walked into one that claimed to be open, but it was pitch black inside. My first thought was that I'd better get out, and wipe my finger prints off the door in case something had happened. My second thought? Go to the police and tell them, that way if you're implicated you have some kind of alibi.
See, the thing is, these thoughts normally start as comedy in my mind. "Ha, ha, poisoned candy!" Quickly it goes from that to, "Oh, my, god. Poisoned candy!" My mind thinks of the worst case scenario at the start, as a joke, but quickly it transmutes to something else.
For example, zombies and the oncoming Zombie Apocalypse were just a momentary thought after a movie, and now it's turned into a semi-obsession. I joke, and yet every moment it seems I thinking, "What would you do if something happened now?"
There. A little about me to show that I'm just a touch insane. It's a good thing, though. It makes me fun.
*My brothers and sisters are adopted from Korea, and I'm adopted too, but from State-side.
