Apparently this meme has shown up across LJ, but I only just saw it at chemm80 's journal.
The rules are as follows:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
Here are her questions with my answers, such as they are. And as rule #4 states, I showed you mine, you show me yours.
1)You travel back in time and come face to face with your sixteen-year-old self. What do you say?
I actually wrote four paragraphs of an answer then erased it all. Every choice made, every moment survived, every experience had was a step that led me to this stage in my life. I would not sacrifice the happiness of the present to erase the pain of the past.
Perhaps it would be best if I simply smiled at my (always very self-conscious) self, complemented me on my hair or my outfit, and moved on.
2)What's the one thing you love the most about Lawrence and why?
Downtown. Massachusetts street is alive and ecclectic. Shops, a movie theatre, coffee shops, restaurants... I walk down Mass street and feel as though I've stepped away from my life, my routine, my rhythm and am living someone else's moment. It's rich with history, comfortable in its oddities, and diverse in visitors. Street corner musicians, business people in three-piece suits, students, artists, writers... all walks of life can be seen at any given corner at any time of the day.
I fell in love with downtown when my husband and I lived in Denver, CO, and told him that if he ever wanted to live near family, I picked his because I wanted to be near downtown Lawrence. That, and, my family is basically crazy... *wink*
3)If you could wave your magic wand and give your child one personality trait, what would it be?
My mother once told me that if you prayed for patience, God would send you trials. Y'know, so that you could learn patience. Mo Chuisle has my stubborness and seemingly insatiable need for instant gratification. I have learned to temper that need over the years, but my patience wears thin at rather inconvenient times.
I would love for patience to be instilled in her without the pain of trials. So that she could look at the world and all its quirks and take time to see the beauty inside the chaos that so many of us miss for lack of patience.
4)What is this world coming to, in your opinion?
I'm not a fatalist. I believe as long as there is life, there is hope.
And I want my daughter to have her chance to experience the wonder of this world.
But I also know that life isn't infinite -- all life. Inclusive of natural resources.
And I have seen how evil people can be to themselves and each other.
I think the human condition is limitless. I think our ability to love is greater than our ability to hate, but that hating is more often than not easier because it builds walls rather than opens arms.
I think that the world requires a balance to survive and that the scales are tipped right now to the side of destruction.
I think that --regardless of your faith or belief system-- if something isn't done, if we don't come together as a collective race of people, if we don't replenish what we've taken, if we don't give back to our planet, to our people, to each other... we won't make it.
...and now I'm sad.
5)Name a taste or a smell that always brings back strong memories for you and explain why.
Borkum Riff tobacco--Whiskey flavored.
My paternal Grandfather smoked a pipe. My Dad always kept an extra pouch of his dad's tobacco in the glove compartment of his car. My dad drove Porsche's when I was young. Leather interior, with the smell of that tobacco permeating the air.
My childhood ended at 12, basically. But before then, childhood meant going to Grandpa's house, riding in Dad's car with the windows down and the radio up, listening to their voices mingle, not understanding their words and not caring, just loving the rumble. Loving knowing that they were there, and I was safe.
If Grandpa was smoking his pipe, the day was done, the worries left behind were saved for tomorrow, and everything was right with the world.
I think I might go buy some now. Think I'll get strange looks, a woman in her mid-thirties buying pipe tobacco? *grins*