Writers are forgetful, but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what…
Okay first of all, my heart is no prize. Seriously.
Someone who does currently have my heart’s attention is Charles Warnke, who wrote this article for Thought Catalogue. In his satirical article (about winning girls’ hearts, conveniently enough) all of girlkind is split into two categories—those who voraciously read classic literature, and those who don’t. This is without a doubt an over-simplistic way of portraying the romantic sensibilities of half the world’s population, but Warnke’s article wooed me out of my feminist indignation by the end. It’s worth a read.
I’ve always really admired my dad for his courage and drive. He is also very caring. He’s an AA sponsor, and has overcome great adversities throughout his life. I also really like that on the outside, he seems a bit like a rich-white-guy-douchebag (he golfs and smokes cigars and watches Fox news enough for people to easily make that mistake) but in truth, he’s a really generous, gregarious, and tolerant guy with a goofy smile, a voracious sweet tooth, and a permanent sunburn.
WIth my mother, this is harder. She is, of course, all of the wonderful qualities that come out naturally in every good mother. Caring, warm, a fantastic listener, calm amid chaos. I feel like, professionally, my mother is a manifestation of unfulfilled potential. Having kids and investing her inheritance in my father’s small business left her with little means to do anything with her intellectual/creative self other than be a supportive wife and mother. She definitely puts family first at all times, which I admire. That’s just not the path I ever want to take.
“A critique does not consist in saying that things aren’t good the way they are. It consists in seeing on just what type of assumptions, of familiar notions, of established and unexamined ways of thinking the accepted practices are based… To do criticism is to make harder those acts which are now too easy.”—
It had been a while since I last took this test, so I re-took it just now online and got INTP- Introverted , Intuitive, Thinking, Perceiving. I know that in the past, I’ve taken the test and gotten different outcomes, so I don’t put much stock in these tests. Introverted makes sense for me definitely, as does Thinking and Perceiving. I’m not as sure about the Intuitive part. I would not consider my intuition to be very strong; I am a weigher of options and outcomes. I rarely trust my “gut feeling” about any given situation.
I don’t think I have a “type”, at least not physically. It helps if he looks like a childhood literary hero of mine so that I can project all of the book’s good values and badassness onto him. I have a friend who greatly resembles Harry Potter/Aladdin/Klaus Baudelaire all at once and although he is cute, the projection of goodness and heroism did not last long. Now, he’s just my friend Matthew, and we watch bad documentaries and talk about books and lit theory over coffee, rather than go off on romantic adventures riding dragons/flying carpets/waves of unfortunate events. I am ok with this.
A few months ago, my roommates went through this phase where they evoked the famous Feyian concept of the “dealbreaker” a lot. One night they both made lists of ten “deal” and “no deal” qualities in men, and then they drew up a blank one for me to fill out (forcibly, if necessary), complete with a hilariously accurate word bank for me to chose from. My roommates took this very seriously, but be forewarned, mine was largely filled out to humor them. Here are my lists:
NO DEAL: 1. Apathetic 2. Pretty Boy 3. Bronie 4. Clingy 5. Wants a big family 6. Gossipy/too chatty 7. Forces it 8. Not Irish enough9. Too emotional10. Too into boobs
The answers in bold came straight from their word bank. Also in the word bank: British, has back hair, uses good grammar, friendly, good at texting, cooks with garlic (I hate the smell of garlic because I’m half vampire on my mum’s side). They know me too well.
This is another difficult question for me. I feel like a have a lot of passions, or rather, I don’t do something unless I have some passion for it. One thing that I will always do, without any ambition or plan for it other than loving it, is write poetry. I think that’s a good example of a passion of mine.