So, one of my fav bloggers has more questions for us! I answered her previous questions on my previous blog (which I won’t link to because there’s a reason why I have a new blog). She answered mine, I answered hers, and it got crazy… it was fun. ^_^ Anyway, she has more questions! And I shall answer them! Because I like questions. And she asked them…
Her warning: Before you continue reading remember that they might be awkward as they are questions I would most likely never ask anybody just like that…
Are you drooling when brushing your teeth? No. Never.
How often do you clean your bathroom? Whenever it’s dirty. I don’t have a set schedule for cleaning the bathroom. It gets dirty, and I clean it. Sometimes it takes longer than others.
Do you ever scratch your bum or you know what…? When either of them itches… yep.
Do you smell your own armpits? Not on purpose.
How long do you go till you wash your hair? Ah, well, see my hair is my meter for when to take a shower. I don’t shower every day. Never have. I have stupidly dry skin, and if I take a shower every day my skin will crack and bleed. No moisturizing soap in the world will help it. So I shower when my hair gets too grody for me to stand. When I was working and dealing with people every day, that meant every other day because while my skin is incredibly dry, my hair is just as stupidly oily. So it doesn’t take very long for my hair to get… greasy and icky. And while I was working and dealing with people I was super sensitive to how people perceived me. And greasy hair is a hallmark of the unwashed masses and I never wanted to be marked as one of the hoi polloi (in its negative connotation). Now that I’m disabled, I can go more than a day or two without a shower because there’s no one here to see and judge except my husband, and so long as I don’t stink, he doesn’t care. It’s not like I’m moving about and getting sweaty, so there’s no visceral need for me to shower daily other than society says so.
How often do you shower? See above question.
Have you ever pooed and then realized you had not toilet paper? It hasn’t happened in a very long time, but it’s happened.
If you run out of toilet paper what would you use to clean your bum? Whatever’s handy.
What’s the silliest way you spend money? I used to spend money on Japanese comic books and cartoons (also known as manga and anime). They were my escape from reality for the longest time. But they are expensive. I’ve been trying to save money so we can rebuild our house, so I haven’t spent a cent on those things. Most of my “silly” stuff nowadays is free. Though I suppose that I’ve spent s stupid amount of money, time, and effort in playing video games, and some people would call that silly. I say — for both manga and video games — it’s not silly if you’re having fun.
Do you feel like the tourist nobody wants to have around when you are on vacation? Not once. Not ever. Since I’ve been poor most of my life, my “vacations” (see previous Sharing My World post) have all been to tourist traps. Hell, I lived for a long time in a tourist trap (Virginia Beach). They want me and what little money I have there, so long as I’m polite and not making a fool of myself.
Do you misbehave when you are on vacation (thinking spring break crazy)? No, and people who do are stupid. IMHO. Speaking from the viewpoint of someone who lived in a tourist trap (and for a short time in a town that was a spring break destination). Those people are crazy and no one likes them.
Have you ever vomited over someone’s shoes? Not that I can recall.
Did you ever get so drunk that you couldn’t remember a single thing? Nope. When I drank I wasn’t one of those people who would wake up, rub my eyes and say, “What happened last night?” I was one of those people who would wake up, hang my head and say, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that last night.” I remembered every little thing, which pissed my friends off to no end because they always wanted to tell me what I did in order to shock — and even add stuff in, and I was all, “Yeah, I remember, shut up.” I don’t get falling down drunk anymore — haven’t for years, but I do recall those days.
What do people really dislike about you? That I’m honest and non-conventional. A lot of people also don’t like that I don’t really take an extreme opinion about pretty much anything. I dislike extremes. I really do, and people don’t like that.
Is there something you tend to ignore in regards to your spouse? I’m not gonna say, because he reads my blog. ^_^
Do you snore? Yep, whenever my sinuses are acting up.
Does your partner snore? Yep. Loud enough to wake the dead.
How does it make you feel when you hear snoring? I don’t mind it at all, unless it’s in my ear when I’m trying to sleep. Then it quietly enrages me.
What do you do with ear wax? Wipe it on a tissue and throw it away.
Do you play with your buggers? Ewww.
Do you check out your napkin after blowing your nose? Only if I’m blowing my nose because I felt something tickle inside and I want to see if it blew out.
When you drop food, do you eat it still? Depends on the food and the ground it dropped on. If it’s wet or sticky and the ground is kinda nasty, nah, if it’s dry and the ground is mostly clean, yeah.
When you see a person that you find gross while on the beach, what do you do? I don’t judge people at the beach (or anywhere else). Unless you mean “gross” as in three days dead and decomposing, then I’d call the police because that should be reported.
Do you like to be touched? Depends on my mood. Mostly, yeah. But I get into “don’t touch me” phases where I don’t even like the dogs to come near me (poor things). I tolerate it because they have no idea what’s going on, but it makes my skin crawl to be touched when I’m in that mood. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. Mostly, I’m good, I like cuddles and hand holding and general touching, but then I get into these moods where it’s all, “Stop touching me!” and people are genuinely confused. I mentioned before that I had four kids and so, of course, I had to curtail this mood because they had absolutely no idea what was going on, but man, was it hard. Like, sometimes nearly impossible to stop the sensation of crawling out of my skin whenever they would come up and hug me or sit in my lap and on the inside all I want to do is avoid all contact with everything ever. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. The mood passes and everything’s honky dory again. I’ve never found a rhyme or reason for it. It just comes and goes.
Do you ask people how old they are? Not as a general rule, but I’ve been known to do so. I’m pretty forthcoming about my age — I’ll be 51 this year, and see no shame in aging. It’s something everyone does and nothing will stop you from doing so, so I don’t understand why it’s considered rude to ask.
What do you think of people who have more than 6 kids? I don’t really give them much thought one way or another. Just as I don’t give any thought to people who have no children. I have four myself. My first husband has six (two from someone else obviously). I don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with having six kids (or no children). How many children people chose to have or not have is their own business and none of mine.
Have you ever told someone to pluck their eyebrows? Why would anyone ever want to do that? Other people’s eyebrows are their own business.
Have your kids ever asked inappropriate questions? It’s what they do. It’s what they live for. Of course, my kids are grown and out of the house, so that’s kind of moot, but here’s my story: My older son had a position in a (kind of like) little league baseball team, and my first husband was the coach. So the other three kids and I were up in the stands while they played their game. There was this woman sitting about three rows ahead of us when my younger son (who was about five at the time) wandered up to her and asked her, “Why are you fat?” I looked sternly at my son and said, “Where is your mother?” Just kidding! What can you do? Kids are kids. I apologized to the woman and sat my son down next to me for the duration of the game.
You know, it just occurred to me that you might be asking if they’ve ever asked me an inappropriate question, then the answer is no… my kids can ask me anything they want about anything they want, and I will answer them to the best of my ability. This has been my policy from day one. Even now, as adults they can ask me anything they want about any subject they want, and I will answer it to the best of my ability. There’s no such thing as an inappropriate question when it comes to mother and child. It’s my job as a parent to teach my children about the world. Who else but me? I brought them into this world and no one else. It’s my responsibility to answer their questions to the best of my ability. All of their questions. Every. single. one. of them.
Have you ever asked a stranger where they live? Not as a general rule, but if it comes up in the conversation, yeah, I’ve asked a few times. I don’t ask for their street address (unless they invite me to dinner which never happens), but more like, “what part of town do you live in?” if they mention a restaurant in their neighborhood. Or if they let drop that they’re from out of town, the next, obvious question would be, “Oh, where are you from?” Everyone was a stranger once, so these shouldn’t be taboo questions really.
Did you ever pee on someone’s fence or next to someone’s house? I don’t tend to pee outside… so… no. I’ve never done this.
Have you ever watched someone while they were… well, you know… The closest I’ve ever come to watching anyone have sex (other than porn or participating in group sex or threesomes) is the time when my then roommate brought home a one night stand and I had the pleasure of waking up to their shenanigans on the couch across from where I slept. I don’t know why she didn’t take him up to her room. Maybe she was in a hurry. I didn’t ask. And no, I did not watch, but rolled over and went back to sleep. What? I was tired. I had an interesting youth. ^_^
When you are at the gym, do you check out other people there? Gym? what is this strange word that you use? Gyyyym? I must look it up sometime.
While at the gym, do you wipe your equipment after using it? When I did go to the gym (back in college when the school gym was free) I walked around the track they had. No wiping of equipment needed. I have difficulties using gym equipment, be it exercise bikes and whatnot, or weight lifting equipment, because they’re all so… boring. Sure, walking around the track wasn’t exactly a thrill a minute either, but at least I was moving around instead of standing in one spot. I think that was the main problem I had with the equipment. It’s all so… stationary. I can’t do it. If I’m going to be exercising, I have to have movement… that’s why walking is what works for me.
Do you sweat a lot? Not more then the average person I would think.
Do you sometimes put deodorant on instead of showering? See, here’s the thing about showering. It’s not a one-size-fits-all kind of deal. Not everyone needs to shower every day. My husband, he needs to shower every day or he will start to smell by evening (I say it’s his diet, but hey, to each his own). I’ve known people other than myself who can go a day without showering before they get funky. And honestly, I think that people are way too sensitive about body odor anyway. I’ll shower if I’m going out into the really real world because I’m overly sensitive myself about how other people perceive me. But if I’m sitting here in pain from head to foot and the only reason I have to step into the bathtub and go through the process of taking a shower is that society says I need to shower every day… yeah, I’m gonna take a pass on that. Because it’s exhausting. It’s beyond exhausting sometimes.