Took this from
here.
1. You're having a nightmare and have to choose between three doors. Pick one and tell us about who is on the other side.
If I'm having a nightmare and am facing three doors, my guess is that I'm being chased. I remember in my Psychology 101class in college that given a choice, most people will choose to go right if they're lost and faced with a fork in the road (metaphorically or otherwise). The reason behind it is that most people are uncomfortable going left for whatever reason. So I'd go left because I feel like whatever is chasing me is less likely to find me there. And behind that door on the left would be my father, waiting there to protect me from whatever harm is in the way.
2. If you had to choose between being deaf or blind, which would you choose and why?
I've put too much thought than I probably should have to this question over the years. My answer was always to be deaf, because I can't imagine not ever being able to see. Talking with others who have chosen blindness, I do have to question my decision slightly. Not being able to hear means I'd miss out on music, movies, etc. And it would be lonely not being able to converse with most people. Still, I think I'd rather be deaf than blind. Hopefully I'll never have to experience either one. Which would you choose?
3. How do you manage your online privacy? Are there certain things you won't post in certain places? Information you'll never share online? Or do you assume information about you is accessible anyway?
As you know, I don't use my real name on my blog. I do that because I like the anonymity of being able to say what I want without having to worry about someone in my real life questioning anything I say or do online. I can say how I feel or talk about my perspective and not have to worry about someone in real life stumbling across it and being offended or upset or anything.
I have a facebook page under my real name. I used to not really put too much thought into what I posted until I had an interview for an internship and the woman said she wanted to warn me that she'd be examining my social media accounts in a day or two, which would give me an opportunity to clean it up. She then proceeded to give me quite the lecture about being super careful about the things I post online and how it can prevent jobs and may even follow you in unexpected ways if you aren't careful. That interview was absolutely miserable and I did not expect to ever hear back from the woman again. I have a senator to thank for that internship because he called in a favor for me. Anyway, I didn't really check my page then because I didn't think I'd get the internship. However, I've tried to make sure that my facebook page is kind of generic now and to keep things positive because of that interview.
I've not posted my picture on my facebook page. I've been tagged in a few pictures and will untag myself anytime that happens because the pictures have always been TERRIBLE!!! One such picture was taken at an such odd angle and made it look like I had 5 chins. I wasn't even aware that anyone was taking my picture at that moment and was very unhappy to have it be so public. I said something to the guy who tagged me like, "Gee, could you have chosen a worse picture?" He said posting pictures of myself is a great way for people to get to know me better. That's not the side of myself I would want anyone to know. I immediately untagged myself, but not before hearing several others comment about seeing my picture on facebook.
4. Show and tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or tell a story if it reminds you of one.
This reminds of two things. The first one is just how much I miss having a kitty around. I didn't have one when I was growing up because my mom is allergic to them. I got my first one as an adult. When Scratches passed away, it was too soon for another kitty so I got another chi instead because Shiver was extremely upset at being left alone anytime I had to leave the house. I think about getting another one sometimes, but I don't think I'll do that until Chico is gone.
This picture also reminds me of my college days. I was so exhausted ALL. THE. TIME., no matter how much sleep I'd gotten the night before or how long of a nap I'd taken after coming home. I was constantly on the go and by the time I got home at night, all I could think about was how much homework I still had left to do. Most of my assignments consisted of writing papers and I feel asleep more than once trying to finish them up. As worn out as it made me feel on a constant basis, I still really really really miss it.