I’m not the only fucked up storyteller out there, you know.
It’s time to do the thing and share the world. We do that every Tuesday at The Nest by answering the questions Melanie provides us with by coming up with our unique combination of thought provoking insight as well as smart-assed smack. It’s time for Earth Day times four…
You can see the Great Wall of China from outer space… and the landfills in New Jersey.
Was the last thing you read digital or print?
Depends on what would qualify as the last thing I read. I’ve been reading things, including the SYW questions, on my computer screen all morning. If we’re talking more literature type reading, I’d have a hard time remembering what the last thing I read was, but I can assure you it was in print since I don’t own one of those ebook reader thingies. I’d hate to drop something that expensive in the toilet anyway…
Google did not have an image of someone reading a Kindle on the throne. I can not express how disappointed that makes me…
Are you more an extrovert or introvert?
Dude! He sits at home all day and talks to us stuffed animals! What do you think?
How is your life different from what you imagined as a younger person?
I don’t know… I can’t imagine kids think much about adult life. I don’t recall ever wondering what my elderly 30’s and 40’s would be like back then. In fact, I kinda feared growing up because I knew it was going to be a shitload of responsibility… and even when I was young I dreaded having to do adult things on my own. I know one thing 1980’s me never imagined life in 2019 would be like…
There we go, I just paid for that with this app! And no, you didn’t get a tip.
Do you think about dying? Does death scare you? Why or why not?
I had just read in some magazine that was left in the tire and lube waiting room I take breaks in that there’s supposedly an app that will prompt you daily to think about death and your own mortality…. because we should face up to the fact that we’re all doomed, you know. Uhhhhh, sorry, but I’d rather not. Death is THE END to me, and while my life may not be much to write home about… at least it’s something, and I don’t think there’s an eternal reward or eternal damnation or anything in between waiting on the other side. Just…… nothing. So yeah, death does bother me and I’d prefer to not think about it…
We can’t all embrace death like Buster can…
Additional Gratitude Bonus Question: Who has been the kindest to you in your life?
Everyone who has ever blessed me with some kind of inspiration to drive my wild and crazy creativity that is one of the major things that keeps me going. All of the people around me in both my real and virtual worlds. And of course, these guys…
They inspire me… and in return, I keep them out of the Goodwill dumpster.
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
I agree with you about the last chapter of our life what theoretically is the last chapter but not the one of our lifge because we are death….ummm what? we will see, right? or not…
I agree with you about the last chapter of our life what theoretically is the last chapter but not the one of our lifge because we are death….ummm what? we will see, right? or not…
SQUEEEEE at the gang. Those big eyes just ‘get’ me and in a very good way. 😛 Thanks ES for Sharing Your Highly Magical World with everyone. I’m sorry you are in the ‘we blink out’ crowd, but everyone is entitled to think what they want about the end. For me? That’s too depressing and hopeless and so I firmly believe in something more, something better. I don’t necessarily buy into the whole ‘we’ll be judged’ stuff, but I do think some folks are so evil (not any squirrel people) that they can’t see the light and therefore dwell in darkness. That’s horrifying.
I don’t claim to have the answer, and nobody can tell if anyone else does. And I’d assume Buster knows the secret given how many times I’ve killed that bastard off, but he won’t tell me…
Thanks for sharing YOU with us yet again. I do not think about dying – especially at my age – I am more worried that I won’t find the heavenly gates due to my advanced senility! 🙂 Seriously, I was convinced when I was young (eons ago) that I would die at age 63. I’m almost ten years beyond that and hoping I didn’t guess the first digit incorrectly!
Pam
Maybe it’s 163. That would be a cake with a LOT of candles… probably more of a fire hazard than anything Miss D bakes up in the oven.
Hee hee, you reminded me to check out this years Washington Post Peeps winner. Thanks!
That is all Peeps are good for….. Peep Critter Theatre.
Exactly…anyone who eats those things probably glows in the dark! Or needs methadone to get off the sugar high.
I’m a struggling introvert who hates to make phone calls and deal with real life chaos. I need my own shelf critter theater…
If only you hadn’t sent me your Shelf’s greatest star. He could just lay there and shrug his shoulders about life in general and not give any fucks…
He’s a smart ass bear…
You have a whole load of various criminals, I mean animals, who adore you. Or — well — depend on you. I think. That’s something. And I LOOOOVE you!
Criminals may be right. One of the real life animals who inhabit my house decided to drop off a dead mouse in my room last night. It was probably a case of cold blooded murder… I refuse to buy the self defense claim by the culprits. I threw the body of the victim out in the front yard though, so it won’t be appearing in any future installments of Shelf Critter Theatre…
I’ve seen that peep show photo at the top of your post before but it still cracks me up!
I didn’t fear growing up as much as I should have. That shitload of responsibility you mentioned sucks more than I ever dreamed. And I always thought I would eventually grow up and be better at dealing with all of it but, now that I’m just 14 months away from being 50-years-old, I’m realizing that this avoidant, responsibility-shirking way that I am is just how I am. And everyone else is just going to have to deal with it!
One of the drawbacks to being on one’s own is that there is nobody to do all the adult things for me. The cats just stare at me when I tell them the grass needs to be cut or that someone needs to call the cable company and tell them to take their box back since I never watch TV anymore. Wait a minute, maybe I can get Uncle Snuggie to do that for me…
lol – Yeah, it’s too bad we can’t train animals – stuffed or otherwise – to do that kind of thing for us!
I couldn’t wait to grow up. I didn’t fear it, just figured it’d be better than being a kid who was bossed around. Of course I didn’t know that there’d be other people to boss me around, but *hey* at least I had a few dreams there for a few years about the exciting adult life I’d have. Hope, you know.
I don’t know if I was just smarter or just saw the things my parents had to do and flat out decided I don’t ever wanna have to pay bills and get cars fixed and deal with other adult crap. Being a kid, even without much freedom, seemed so much better…
There you go, that was the last thing you read. A magazine article about wasting your life by constantly thinking about death. A real must-read!