It's all right - if the aliens were attacking Washington DC, I'd just stay safely here in Scotland *g*
Well... but the idea is if they're attacking *both*. I don't know why they'd be attacking both DC and Scotland, though... Well... I mean, if those were the only two locations they were attacking.
Well, if they were *only* attacking DC, my friends would be welcome to evacuate here. (the sofa sleeps two if they're good friends, but you have to like cats)
If they were attacking *both* then we'd both have our hands full defending our own territories. We'd meet up and celebrate after we'd won.
I'm a Friend of Pat, which is why I read you. And you are intrinsically interesting. cf the Easy Bake Oven story.:)
This is too difficult for me.
I would just wantto be seen, I think.
If that makes any sense. Just pay attention.
I do my best... in fact, my biggest worry is missing the most important things. I watch, and I care, and I love... I hope David gets the help he needs to become a smashing success in school, and learns not to hurt Andrew any more. I wish I could mend the painful rifts in friendships, and wipe away the pain of Dougs past.
But what have I missed? That's what makes me worry.
I chose life, and it was worth the agony.
(half-smile) I'm glad... but ache with understanding at the agony.
It took me around 45 minutes to come up with the one thing I'd want someone/you to know about me. That's what I came up with... that my existence is a deliberate thing, something I chose for myself.
Well, if the aliens were in DC, they WOULD be striking my hometown. And I love DC - truly, madly, deeply.
Hm, other things? Um... I'll ponder.
Well, if I found myself protecting DC with all my heart and no cynical comments to make about it, it would be because there are people like you there :-).
I am *still* hopeless at calculus.
Hah! Never hopeless, but totally bored, I'll buy :-).
You already know so much about me, but I'm not sure you truly grasp how happy you make me.
If the aforementioned aliens were beaming me up, that's the one thing above all that I'd want to make sure you knew ...
What would I want someone whom I've never met, but whom I'd like to sometime meet, know about me...
I seem to be a rotten writer -- another short story rejected today.
I mostly like my job, even though it doesn't pay well, and I feel a little guilty every time I pin my name badge on because I haven't made anything of myself. But then I think, I have four children, a dog, six cats, and my husband is in Iraq, and I make it through every day, and if that's not an accomplishement, I don't know what is...
One last thing, because it's late and I'm tired and feeling kinda low and lonely -- I have a very strong sense of who I am, but when I look at myself in the mirror, I get confused. The inside and the outside don't match.
That is, indeed, quite an accomplishment...
I sometimes do the 'stare in the mirror and not recognize me' thing. Most often, well, for me, it's weird. I don't ever expect to *look* like an adult. I am one, I feel like one, and act like one and expect to be treated like one... but when I look in the mirror, I keep half-expecting to think I look like an awkward teenager.