I need to go to my boss pretty soon and admit defeat on something. I hate that, so I'll put it off. My last post provided just the seed I was looking for.
I want to make up things that are untrue, outlandish, and believable about myself. They should be things I haven't done or things I am not, but that I could easily have done or been. Several will be things I've considered and liked but never took action on.
[LJ-CUT TEXT="Here goes. Anything in italics is true."]
I have dyed my hair forest green just to see how it would go with my eyes. I want to.
I have eaten alligator meat.
I once went to work in a ballgown. I have worked in a situation where I could have.
I can go a week wearing only clothing I myself have sewn. I could at age fourteen or so. Well, excepting undies.
I have climbed Mount Whitney.
I have driven a car with no functioning radio all the way across the continental United States by myself. It had a radio, though I didn't use it. The songs on the cassettes I brought are permanently burned into my memory.
I can burp the alphabet all the way through the letter T.
I have submitted a story for publication in a fantasy anthology.
At one time or another I have grossed out every person I know. I'm pretty sure this isn't true. Grossing people out is not exactly a goal, but it just sorta keeps happening.
Okay. Bullet, bite.
I want to make up things that are untrue, outlandish, and believable about myself. They should be things I haven't done or things I am not, but that I could easily have done or been. Several will be things I've considered and liked but never took action on.
[LJ-CUT TEXT="Here goes. Anything in italics is true."]
I have dyed my hair forest green just to see how it would go with my eyes. I want to.
I have eaten alligator meat.
I once went to work in a ballgown. I have worked in a situation where I could have.
I can go a week wearing only clothing I myself have sewn. I could at age fourteen or so. Well, excepting undies.
I have climbed Mount Whitney.
I have driven a car with no functioning radio all the way across the continental United States by myself. It had a radio, though I didn't use it. The songs on the cassettes I brought are permanently burned into my memory.
I can burp the alphabet all the way through the letter T.
I have submitted a story for publication in a fantasy anthology.
At one time or another I have grossed out every person I know. I'm pretty sure this isn't true. Grossing people out is not exactly a goal, but it just sorta keeps happening.
Okay. Bullet, bite.
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How's this one: every time I wanted to do something as a child, (go camping, swimming, etc.), my mother apparently saw someone die from that same activity only a week previous...
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Later she worked in a skilled nursing facility, where a patient's gangrenous foot fell off in her hand.
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We were all happy when my mom transferred out of the ER into the maternity ward.