For your main meal do you prefer sweet and sour, hot and spicy, spicy and sweet, bitter, salty, bland or other? I literally have no preference. It depends on my mood at the time of the meal. Some days I’ll want something sweet, and some days I’ll want something not so sweet. I rarely want something spicy, but it happens upon occasion. It’s very very rare that I’ll crave a certain something to eat, even if I want “something sweet” it’s mostly just a vague “sweetness” that I’m looking for. Mostly, I just want food to fill my stomach so it’ll stop complaining to me that it’s hungry. You know? This, of course, is the complete opposite of Douglas who is always in the mood for something specific — like yesterday, he wanted Chicken Teriyaki and he couldn’t have it because the Chicken Teriyaki place was closed due to it being Sunday. And yes, it had to be that specific Chicken Teriyaki and none other, so going to the store and buying the fixings for Chicken Teriyaki was out of the question. Besides, he doesn’t like my cooking. He says he does, but likes his foods with lots of sauce. Do you know how difficult it is to make a sauce for one person??? Especially one that doesn’t eat leftovers? Next to impossible, that’s how difficult. That’s why he eats out most of the time… restaurants love their sauces, and they don’t have to worry about the leftovers.
So anyway, to answer the question, I don’t have a preference. I don’t eat spicy foods because they’re bad for my dyspepsia (gut problems), but other than that, I’m good to go with whatever food is available when I’m hungry enough to eat.
Where do you hide junk when people come over? H-h-hide? My j-j-junk? I do not hide my junk when people come over. There’s nothing in my house that I’m ashamed of or feel the need to hide when “people” come over. I might pick the laundry up off the floor, but that’s about it. Honestly, I don’t have anything in my house that I feel the need to stash in a closet or under the bed should anyone come knocking on my door. My mom used to make me do this when we were kids and I thought it was a silly practice back then. I swore never to do it as an adult because why should I “hide” anything in my house? It’s my house. My sanctuary. I have all of my possessions here because I like them. If people are coming to my house then there are here to see me. My possessions are a reflection of me. Why would I hide them? It’s never made sense to me. Even my half finished craft projects are out and about.
What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life? I dunno… I’m not big on habits. I keep trying to pick them up and I keep dropping them like hot rocks. I guess if I’m meant to do something, I’ll just do it. But at the moment… I just can’t think of one that I really want to incorporate into my life right now.
If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do? I would be the ringmaster. Totally and without a doubt. I’m not agile enough to be anything else — not that I ever wanted to be anything else… okay, maybe I wanted to swing from the trapeze, but I got over that madness. Anyway, I’m totally aware of my surroundings enough to be the ringmaster. Whenever I go to the a play or the circus, or any live show, I not only watch the show, but I’m acutely aware of the people “behind the scenes”, all of those men and women creeping around in the dark, making things happen. The stagehands. I can’t help but notice them. I think that would make me a good ringmaster. That and I can multitask with the best of them. Also, I’ve never wanted to be anything else but the ringmaster. I wish I knew more about the circus, but they’re still very secretive, so I don’t know everything that a ringmaster does except announce the acts and interact with some of them, but I’m sure the job goes deeper than that. It’s just a gut feeling of mine. And I’d totally work with a smaller circus. I wish they still had Dog and Pony shows, because I’d totally be on board with being the owner and ringmaster of a small Dog and Pony circus. It’s like the epitome of my dream come true when I was younger.