Why is it that when I read about things others have done and I have not, I jump to the conclusion that I'm somehow more boring? After all, if I think hard about it, I probably could come up with ten things of my own. (I don't need y'all to come telling me how fascinating my life is; I mean, you can if you want, but it's not necessary.) Would I really have to match *everyone's* most quirky experiences to think of myself as interesting?
I'm also envious of some of the things. Wish I could travel more, wish I had more nifty skills, and DAMN but I miss running and hiking and backpacking. Most of all, I miss being able to think "I could do that some day."
I'm also envious of some of the things. Wish I could travel more, wish I had more nifty skills, and DAMN but I miss running and hiking and backpacking. Most of all, I miss being able to think "I could do that some day."
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My brain is also attempting to morph it into a party idea. Everyone who comes teaches something, perhaps. I could teach -- or attempt to teach -- people how to cross one eye.
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Most people can take about an hour of balloons screeching and popping before they beg for mercy. (Your Mileage May Vary.) Being a pilot, I suspect you probably have a higher ability of concentration than most people, and I'm guessing you'll be one of the rare hour-plus people. ;)
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