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amara_m said: Promises.
Making them. Keeping them. What they mean to you.
I read it in a romance novel of all places. It said, simply, "A promise given is a promise kept." And that phrase has stuck with me for years, since I first read it as a young girl. It's yet another example of what some might call my foolish idealism. I firmly believe that. If I give a promise, I will do my very best to keep it. Sometimes that's not always possible. I am forgetful and absentminded, and promising to do something sometimes slips right by me. Sometimes "always" and "never" promises have to be reviewed after a time, and changed. When I was a junior in high school, I was told that someone I knew online had been killed by a drunk driver. I had a great deal of mixed feelings about her--she had been a source of tremendous emotional pain for me, and the person who delivered the news later turned out to have lied about...well, a lot. At the time of the news, I was devastated, and swore I'd never drink. As time went on, and as things happened and came up to the point that I wasn't sure if she had, in fact, died...or if she had ever even existed...I started to question things. When I got to college, I went to my first party, and was offered a drink. I thought about how much the two of them had hurt me, and how much it hurt, not knowing if anything I'd ever believed about them was actually true. And right then and there, I broke my promise. It was mango-flavored rum, straight from the bottle. It burned going down. But it started to burn away the years of hurt and confusion, of doubt and uncertainty. That was a promise I was glad to break.
wandereringray said:
Pick five people who mean the world to you.
Name them.
You are trapped in a cave with these five people. If one of you dies, the other five will be saved. Or all six of you can face a slow, painful death. You are the only one who can choose, no one can volunteer (except for you if you pick yourself), and you have five minutes to make the decision.
You also don't get to know how the person will die. Could be quick, maybe not.
Who do you chose?
Write me a reply, curse me out, refuse to answer. Philosophize over the ridiculousness of the whole thing. *grins* I don't care. I just want an answer of some kind. Even "I won't." is acceptable.
I did not like the question at all. As Leah said when I asked her this same question, "It's a BAD question!". I thought about the five people that came to my mind. My mom, my dad, my sister, Leah, and zaianya. I thought about life without them--any one of them--and my heart twisted at the mere thought. I thought about how my family would be without my mom to hold us all together. About never having my father's quiet, solid, steady support again, about never having anyone to go to the bookstore for hours on end with again. I thought about not having my sister's zingy energy, her bright smile and snapping eyes. The relationship that only sisters can have, the squabbling, the ten thousand memories that I share with her. I thought about my Leah, about our silly inside jokes, the way we giggle, the way she'll drop everything to come to me when I need her. About Shannon, who understands me so well, who is always willing to be a partner in crime, who's so beautiful and intense and emotional, so smart and funny.
And I knew. I'd die to save any one of them. I'd rather die myself than to knowingly agree to live without them. Simple as that.
pam_casso asked: What's the most meaningful movie you've ever seen, and why?
There are a number of films that have a great deal of importance to me. Fly Away Home is probably one of the most important ones--it moves me, it fills me with hope and joy and love, it inspires me to bring my inner childlike self to the surface, it reminds me of why I set out on this path into the heart of biology, why I'm willing to claw and struggle and fight to learn and understand. My love of birds has brought me a tremendous amount of peace and comfort in times of pain and tribulation, and every time I watch this movie--and I never get tired of it--I rediscover that peace all over again.
Hmm. Yeah, that may be it. Fly Away Home.
Making them. Keeping them. What they mean to you.
I read it in a romance novel of all places. It said, simply, "A promise given is a promise kept." And that phrase has stuck with me for years, since I first read it as a young girl. It's yet another example of what some might call my foolish idealism. I firmly believe that. If I give a promise, I will do my very best to keep it. Sometimes that's not always possible. I am forgetful and absentminded, and promising to do something sometimes slips right by me. Sometimes "always" and "never" promises have to be reviewed after a time, and changed. When I was a junior in high school, I was told that someone I knew online had been killed by a drunk driver. I had a great deal of mixed feelings about her--she had been a source of tremendous emotional pain for me, and the person who delivered the news later turned out to have lied about...well, a lot. At the time of the news, I was devastated, and swore I'd never drink. As time went on, and as things happened and came up to the point that I wasn't sure if she had, in fact, died...or if she had ever even existed...I started to question things. When I got to college, I went to my first party, and was offered a drink. I thought about how much the two of them had hurt me, and how much it hurt, not knowing if anything I'd ever believed about them was actually true. And right then and there, I broke my promise. It was mango-flavored rum, straight from the bottle. It burned going down. But it started to burn away the years of hurt and confusion, of doubt and uncertainty. That was a promise I was glad to break.
wandereringray said:
Pick five people who mean the world to you.
Name them.
You are trapped in a cave with these five people. If one of you dies, the other five will be saved. Or all six of you can face a slow, painful death. You are the only one who can choose, no one can volunteer (except for you if you pick yourself), and you have five minutes to make the decision.
You also don't get to know how the person will die. Could be quick, maybe not.
Who do you chose?
Write me a reply, curse me out, refuse to answer. Philosophize over the ridiculousness of the whole thing. *grins* I don't care. I just want an answer of some kind. Even "I won't." is acceptable.
I did not like the question at all. As Leah said when I asked her this same question, "It's a BAD question!". I thought about the five people that came to my mind. My mom, my dad, my sister, Leah, and zaianya. I thought about life without them--any one of them--and my heart twisted at the mere thought. I thought about how my family would be without my mom to hold us all together. About never having my father's quiet, solid, steady support again, about never having anyone to go to the bookstore for hours on end with again. I thought about not having my sister's zingy energy, her bright smile and snapping eyes. The relationship that only sisters can have, the squabbling, the ten thousand memories that I share with her. I thought about my Leah, about our silly inside jokes, the way we giggle, the way she'll drop everything to come to me when I need her. About Shannon, who understands me so well, who is always willing to be a partner in crime, who's so beautiful and intense and emotional, so smart and funny.
And I knew. I'd die to save any one of them. I'd rather die myself than to knowingly agree to live without them. Simple as that.
pam_casso asked: What's the most meaningful movie you've ever seen, and why?
There are a number of films that have a great deal of importance to me. Fly Away Home is probably one of the most important ones--it moves me, it fills me with hope and joy and love, it inspires me to bring my inner childlike self to the surface, it reminds me of why I set out on this path into the heart of biology, why I'm willing to claw and struggle and fight to learn and understand. My love of birds has brought me a tremendous amount of peace and comfort in times of pain and tribulation, and every time I watch this movie--and I never get tired of it--I rediscover that peace all over again.
Hmm. Yeah, that may be it. Fly Away Home.