While blog-hopping this morning, I found a quirky blog post idea: my life in six words. So, I decided to take this blogger up on their suggestion to try it myself!

My life is: Resilient. Complicated. Passionate. Enduring. Comical. Service-Oriented.

What are your six words?

Every once in a while, I come across a quote good enough to write down (or, at least put in my "Favorite Quotations" part of Facebook...). This is a compiled list of the ones I keep dear to me. Have favorite quotations? Please send me an email at UKatcom@aol.com!


"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." - Albert Einstein

"Try to smile at least once every day and just tell the person who you love, 'I love you.' It's so great!" - Ekaterina Gordeeva

"Our honor depends upon our honesty." - Sergei Grinkov

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." - Nelson Mandela

"Your family is the most important thing in your life; you always have to keep your family very close. You can't dwell on the past, every single day is a new day and you can make the best out of it!" - Daria Gordeeva

"Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom." - Thomas Jefferson

‎"Speak your mind, cause bitin' your tongue hurts!" - Helen B.

"Be inspired to ignore their ignorant message, and feel gratitude in your heart that you are not burdened or addicted to hate, as they are." - Lady GaGa

"I don't think people are cut out for someone like me, but it is okay. In the end, wisdom and mercy always surrender. When people learn mercy and love, they truly learn of living." - Kathryn C (myself).

"Common courtesy, common sense, common decency, common law, common knowledge; all not so common today." ~ Helen B.

"Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out." - Vaclav Havel

"I always found comfort in knowing--if people are not loving me for me completely, at least I know who the true people are in my life. If anything it was a blessing that those people stopped showing they care. I don't want people in my life that don't care about me. Get rid of the people in your life that don't accept you for you. Conditional love is not love." - Chris Crocker

"The stars look satisfied, confidently holding up the sky. They make it seem so simple... they know where their place is, so why don't I?" - Derik Nelson, "Circles"

"I know who I am--not just the character that people see. I know who I am at the end of the day when I've got sorrow in my heart. I know who I am when I wake up in the morning. But when bitches test you, it's time to testify. If you test me, I'm gonna ace you! How is a failure going to test me? How the fuck is an F gonna test an A+? That's what I wanna know." - Chris Crocker


And, the one that probably fits the best for this website and my readers is this:

"In whichever, whatever way: you are unstoppable. Don't take 'no' for an answer, pay absolutely no mind to those who want to bring you down, and feel gratitude in your heart and soul that you are who you have become today. You shine in little and bigger ways: where you achieve, where you fail, and where you give. Don't stop." - Kathryn C (myself)

I have somewhat reflected upon the topic of myself being of Hispanic heritage, or "another race" aside from Caucasian, but I wanted to make this message clear to any teenagers that could be reading this blog:

Whatever you are... YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!

My story is one, I am sure, like many others. My birth mother's father was a bigot--there is absolutely no other way to explain his hatred towards darker skinned races.

During the adoption process, my birth father, who is a Mexican, got cast out of our family story, with death threats and many personal judgments based upon preconceived stereotypes. He was taken from me.

Today, I received my first ever letter from my birth father. He was loving, articulate, kind, educated, and nothing like the Mexican stereotypes that we have in America.

Fortunately, against what my birth grandfather wished upon me, during my childhood I was raised to be educated and aware of the fact I was of Hispanic descent.

I have been appreciative and proud of my Hispanic heritage since the day I discovered it. I am currently learning Spanish from a private tutor along with high school courses and took numerous educational, Spanish-centered programs over the course of my young life. I enjoy learning a new word and seeing how my body and face changes with my deep-rooted blood ties to Mexico. I am a curvy, petite gal that has crazy thick hair and thick thighs. And even though I can't stand mildly hot salsa, I am a Mexican, and I am a proud Mexican.

Often times, I hear humorous misconceptions, or better yet, pre-conceptions, of myself and those like myself. I figured I would address some of these ideas nicely for those who may be curious of lifestyles like my own.

I am a good student, and I am not afraid to show it. This does not mean I am a goody two-shoes, or that I sit at home every Friday night looking at a pile of textbooks--this just means that I study and I get things turned in at a pace that fits best for me.

I do not use recreational drugs, nor drink, yet this does not mean I don't hangout with people that do. The photo above is a friend and I. She is 20 years old and has different lifestyle habits than I do, yet we still connect over many preferences and core values. I immerse myself in a variety of people and sides of the story, so that I can accurately judge people.

I am an abstinence and safe-sex educator/advocator, and nope, this does not mean I am against pre-marital sex. The coined term: "abstinence" can be defined as any period of time in which you decide to not engage in sexual activity. You could lose your virginity at 12, have a sexual relationship until 14, and be abstinent until you are 22--it is what ever works best for you. I choose this value for my own life and don't try to change others' minds.

I get along with my parents, respect my teachers and support abstinence, although, this doesn't mean I am religious. As well, I do not support organized religion or any person that claims to be a religion, yet sins within it, however, I do not try to alter the beliefs of others. I believe what I know--my faith begins in knowledge. It is apparent that different people are granted different knowledge.

I am 50% Mexican, but I am not a marijuana dealer (or user), and I did not cross the border illegally. I do not steal, nor do I know very much Spanish. I am an adopted child to two very Caucasian, Russian/Scottish and "German-American" wonderful parents that love me the same as any fully-white child, and, one just so happens to hold a Ph.D degree.

I dress put-together and somewhat stereotypically "preppy"--this does not mean I am an aspiring cheerleader, or am going to say: "Oh my gawd, I broke a nail!" I am one of the least "girly" girls you are ever going to meet. My favorite thing to do when I get done with my daily grind is to kick off my boots, grab a long t-shirt and lounge.

I am a teenager. This does NOT mean I love watching Glee, spend hours getting ready in the morning, act ignorant about every topic known to man, or make bad choices with my life "just because". This is the fun judgement. I like conversing with adults, challenging norms and would pick the Oprah show over Glee any day!

The point of this blog post is: we all judge, but drawing the fine line between judging to be "cool" and judging based upon knowledge is extremely crucial to learning and growing as a humble identity on this earth. Just because an individual acts a certain way does not mean they are the stereotypical type of that appearance or belief. No matter what you have been or are judged for, do not give up. There are people like you out there, all over the world, who are going through judgment and trying to find their voice to correct when others cross that fine line.

Something I have never significantly discussed on my blog before is my self image and esteem. I have written "how to be confident" posts, but not anything about how I view myself.

This post is titled "Letting Myself Go" because I have heard countless comments on my weight over the past couple years of high school, from anonymous people and petty gossip. A bit surprised? I was, too. I am not the skinniest person on this planet, and damn proud I am not a size 2 in jeans. I am not perfect, and I am blogging right now to let you all know that I know it.

I am speaking up for the voiceless, abused teenage girls everywhere that hear comments on their physical appearance from classmates and passerbys, instead of details about the gorgeous insides of their souls.

I am slightly above, yet still in the realm of average weight for my height and age--I am not obese, nor fat, only a mere bit overweight, and I work to change that every day when I get moving, get off the couch and dance, do yoga, or walk for a while. To me, a fat person is a danger to themselves, eating junk food all day, piling on the pounds and toxins. The unattractiveness of this person is rooted in the ways they disregard their body's health, but their emotional unattractiveness is caused by deeper reasons and should not be measured by their weight.

I ADORE eating and fattening my belly up, as most people who know me well could vouch for, although, I only eat a healthy diet with a sugary sweet about once a week, along with a few Starbucks spread across a couple weeks. Because of my diet restrictions, I do not consume Cow's milk, causing my stomach to be happy, and (bonus!) lowering my calorie intake to much less by not asking for whole milk or whipped cream at Starbucks.

If any of you are asking yourselves, "Man, then how does she have any flab on her whatsoever?", the answer can be found in my heritage. My Caucasian relatives, in a nutshell, are quite heavy and didn't take good care of themselves for periods in their lives, and my other half of lineage just so happens to be Hispanic, with heavier people in their lineage, too! While the stereotype of "chubby Mexicans" might not always prove to be the case, I do have a risk for gaining on the pounds because of my genetic makeup.

Ever since I was young, I enriched myself in positive body image and a high self-esteem--believing I am beautiful, sexy, hot, cute in any shape or form, and while I am not the perfect girl, I am the perfect Kathryn. There are numerous girls in this world with my name, probably more than most any other female name, but there is only one of me, and no matter how kooky or crazy I am, I am the best form of me that there is.

I know it's a cliche, but no matter your size, you should feel happy with your body, and if you are not, you need to work on your body for YOU, not for anybody else.

(Photo of my 9 year old self)
Inspired by Andy's letter to HIS 11 year old self, here is mine...

Dear 11 Year Old Self:

You are in a big world, now. A world that isn't always forgiving, nor understanding, but, you have a big heart that will pull you out of the rubble.

Those kids making fun of you day-in and day-out at school don't have anything going for them at their young age, but you will, just trust me. If you keep holding on, you will be able to overcome and show your true talents for the world.

Service will become a big part of your life, because you care unconditionally about humans. Never give up on your caring spirit and big smile, even if your teeth are crooked and spotty. You will love these teeth and won't notice their flaws eventually (after self-confidence growth, and some dental assistance...).

Within the next year, you will make a big lifestyle change, and find God through that change in the next three years. You will discover even bigger role models, and gain a sliver of fame to keep you going, spreading your heartfelt message with the world.

Your parents are great guidance counselors and wonderful spirits to gain wisdom from. You will eventually bend and shape in your own ways, away from their beliefs and ways of life, but you will always share the same sentimental soul and grounded values with them.

I know you are feeling a lot of pain right now, but your life has yet to unfold in front of you, sweetie. Even though you may not love me at this moment in time, I have always loved you.

About four years back, I had a very flawed impression of what a teenage girl and her relationship with her mom should be like. Taking a lot of inspiration from the relationship between champion figure skater Ekaterina Gordeeva and daughter, Daria, this concept of "best friends" really shaped my image of what "should be"--a laughing, happy, inseparable bond between a mother and a daughter.

Now, of course, my mother is NOT Ekaterina Gordeeva! She is quiet, reserved and not one to enjoy the spotlight. Talking to my mom is not always easy, presumably because she is a heavy and much longer book to read, while I am a thin paperback, blowing in the breeze for all to skim. When I was younger, I began to think my mom was hiding a big secret from me that she did not want to talk about, and that was why we weren't communicating smoothly. As I grew older, I learned that there was in fact no secret at all--she was merely keeping the correct amount of distance from me, her teenage daughter, not her tell-all best friend.

For some abnormal reason, perhaps this does work for Ekaterina and Daria, but personally, I see many flaws in the functionality of "best friend" mother-daughter duos, such as too close of a bond to the point of the daughter feeling overly free to express herself, with a lack of discipline on the mother's part. I know one young woman who can openly share alcoholic drinks with her mother until they're drunk-and yes, she is underage. Perhaps some of it has to do with the fact that these mothers and daughters are a very slight age difference apart, and my mom and I share an over 40-year age difference. Would it have been different with my birth mother? Probably, and it is these days.

I'm not here to criticize others' parenting choices, per se, but merely share the tips that worked best for me to develop a healthy self image in today's society and what I aspire to do for my children someday. Having my mom there to share secrets with and confide in was great, but having a boundary when situations were too personal for sharing was even better. Now, my mom and I pursue our own lives away from each other, hold individual passions, but still bond over our root pleasures such as figure skating (and Ekaterina Gordeeva), The Beatles, scrapbooking and other arts and crafts, baking, Tom Hanks and Steve Martin movies, and a heck of a lot more.

My mom isn't the best friend that I talked about sex, kissing, boys, drugs, reality TV shows, and Facebook with, she is the mentor that I asked, and still do ask questions regarding advice with sex, kissing, boys, drugs, reality TV shows, and even Facebook to. I learn from my mom, and am O.K. with saying: "I am not my mom, nor her generation."

This topic is inspired by a list of "things to blog about" written by Chris Brogan. Ever since I was very young, I have encountered numerous critics, judging my outsides and the inside character I confidently hold. I think being confident has had a lot to deal with how I handle critics.

These are a few of my "tips" to consider for yourself when critics try to knock you down:

• What do these critics spend the most of their time on? This thought is the one you may consider spending the majority of set time pondering. If this person who is attacking you for your way of life doesn't live a fulfilling, happy life, they are, in my observations, more likely to beat you down because of their lack of contentment in their own life. Most unhappy individuals who haven't reached enlightenment within therapy or their own coming-to-terms with the facts of life are less developed in the "happy-for-others" department. 


• How old are these critics? The majority of mine have been older. I had bullies when I was a child, but I can easily get along with 90% of the peers I meet without flaw. The reason mine were/are older is because the generation before my own held different expectations and morale of teenagers than my generation, so they receive my desire to beat the odds and become responsible (somewhat grow up too fast) with shock and do not understand how to react to it.


• What is the lifestyle of these critics? Did these individuals grow up with abuse or any form of damage to their self-esteem? That may play a part as well. Even worse, many people who came from a family life that wasn't very open with their negative feelings (nor honest) don't develop a recognized sense of reality and how you are supposed to treat human beings in this society, at least with our national, American norms. Regardless, maybe they weren't raised in the same society and just flat-out do not understand you! This can offer some empathy to the attacker.


• Would you ever critique someone for the reason this critic is critiquing you? If you find the main reason these people are disliking you, maybe you can sympathize with it. For example, I judge people based on their morale--not their outside appearance, income or background. I judge people for the here-and-now, the conscious choices they make on a daily basis that I perhaps do not agree with. If you disagree within political issues or recreational behaviors, maybe you can see that person more clearly. We all judge people and there is no way of getting around that fact.

Just because someone may disagree or have a beef with you on how you live your life, it doesn't give them the right to criticize or make fun of you for it. There are so many bloggers out there sharing exactly what is on their minds with no reserve. I use a good amount of reserve, as a matter of fact, because a light-hearted lifestyle blog should not be taken so darn seriously. However, I still like to cut to the chase and let my readers know exactly how I am feeling in a given moment. 

Right now, I'm feeling a bit discouraged by all of the weight given to every single person on this earth for being who they are. Yes, adults, I enjoy being mature and I enjoy proving I am ahead of my game, because if I wasn't, I would be in deep, deep trouble--predictably harming my body with substances, not giving a "f**k" about my life and having little to no dreams for my future like a good portion of teenage society in this day in age. Do you try to convey the message that it is GOOD to hold that standard of success? I honestly don't believe so. Self-destruction and hatred is not something I mess with, and I can't apologize for being me. 

Never apologize for being who you are, and never bash others for their faults; we all have them. If you enjoy smoking a joint responsibly, good for you. If you enjoy drinking until you're sick, good for you. And, if you like getting good grades, good for you! If you like respecting your parents, good for you. If you like mouthing off to your teachers, good for you. The world is your oyster and you decide what will nurture it. As Colleen Zaruba says, "The world is your oyster; you are the pearl, nestled in the infinite sea of love."

If you haven't read Part One of this two-part post, please do not continue. I must release that I have permission when writing this post to disclose personal information about my partner and I's pasts.

I thought, another faux paus I should talk about that has been causing the most obvious roadblock for myself and my intimate relationship is the fact that I live such a different lifestyle than Mark's immediate family (who, I am blessed to have a healthy relationship with).

Both of our parents' parenting styles are looked down upon from different groups of people. Which you may choose to look down upon, reader, I don't know. I think both sets of parents have their curses and blessings, and both have done right for their own children. I'm here to bring criticism and gratitude to the surface, to sum up an issue affecting my life, advocating for close relationships between parents and their teens.

My parents have a very alternative way of parenting, not the norm you find in most Southern states and traditional, religious family backgrounds. For me, this worked. It certainly will not work for every kid, that's why I call it The Kathryn Parenting Style. My parents have techniques fully built upon the trust within our relationship. If I screwed up, I got a punishment (no TV for a few weeks, no sweets, no "playdates" with friends, etc). If I didn't listen or didn't do what I promised I would, I would be scolded. I was given a very large amount of freedom as soon as I hit my pre-teen years. Of course, at that point I couldn't have the boys I liked over, but I could go to stores alone and buy my own things--I was trusted to buy appropriate clothing, which taught me how to. I was taught how to get groceries as soon as I got a car (another way of them celebrating my freedom), giving me money management techniques, while still having my financial portion of life taken care of and provided for until I can find a steady job in College, due to this ever-changing American economy.

Mark's parents have a pretty traditional way of parenting, with a few better alterations to make their rules more modern. They like to set boundaries about the littler things before testing the waters, which I must admit, is the type of parent I may very well become in my future. Now, I'm no parent, but with my education in Soc and Psych, when I see a parent so worried about something that they can't explain their reasoning properly, it sends off a red flag in my mind that maybe they have a lowered trust level with this child and can't give them the freedom, because the parents feel they don't deserve it. This is the case with Mark, whether it's obvious or subconscious. He went through a rebellious phase, met all the wrong people and made some pretty bad choices. As for the financial aspect, Mark has had to work, as he says: "for every dime I've ever made". Of course, his parents provide food and shelter for him, and love, but not the extra things. This taught Mark the value of money early on. A positive difference between my parents and his.

I am talking so intimately about this matter, to the level that some might call intrusive, because my voice cares to make a difference in the lives of teenagers and parents. I feel this parenting situation in particular is something so common in our society and shouldn't be: The Age Factor. My parents never saw age, they saw how much they could believe me. Of course, they listened to the law and didn't let me get into trouble, but they set limits based upon my dignity and trustworthiness. Like I explained, this only works for Kathryn, because she has been so dormant regarding rebellion all her life--personal life choice. Mark's parents also never saw age, in the opposite way. No matter how many years progressed, Mark didn't get the free experiences I have been able to capture while I was younger. I've been with Mark for nearly 2 years now, known him for 11, and have always seen him moreso sheltered than myself, which again, isn't necessarily a bad thing, and Mark doesn't fret about it--it has merely affected both our lives since we began dating.

Here's an example of what I mean... Mark and I tried hard to pitch the idea of a 48 hour trip to Port Townsend, Washington, one of the days sleeping in lodging alone without parents, getting picked up the next morning. Keep in mind, Mark and I both don't engage in unprotected sex, drinking or drug usage, and both sets of our parents are aware of that. His parents declined the idea without much of an explanation, which I'm not going to beat to the ground, because I respect that was their choice. My parents liked the idea. They looked at it as a way for us young adults to be out on our own, living life and learning how to get our own groceries, transportation, setting boundaries in every-day life situations. Maybe Mark's parents weren't raised in such a way of having extreme freedom. My mom, on the other hand, experienced more freedom than any of us. Her mom, my grandmother, let her go to Scotland right out of high school with her partner. I know what you're thinking--she probably came back with police escort, or #3 on the way, right? Wrong. She learned how to manage herself in society and loved learning about her family's rich history. Put this into perspective: Mark and I were asking for a 2 day trip, not a 20 day trip.

Either way the cards decided to be dealt, what I couldn't seem get over was why Mark had less freedom than I did, when he was of legal age in the U.S. to do whatever the heck he wanted to without his parents' consent. Then, the thought struck me: until he moves out, and has his own steady job, his parents will set their own rules. I never realized that this entire time, my parents weren't just throwing around freedom without setting boundaries--they were looking in my best interest and well-being. They are two of the rare parents that are so in-tune with what their child needs, that they found a path that best works for their child. One day, Mark will look back while sorting through the goods and the bads within his childhood, and thank his parents for raising him the way they have. For whatever reasons they have behind their restrictions, I know the intention is a positive one. One I may never work with or understand, but will accept and learn to admire.

Mark has this tolerable personality, you see, one that makes it easier on his parents to get what they want from him. Yes, I am chuckling as I type this post. He lacks a strong backbone, has an automatic selflessness nature and wants everyone to be as happy as they can be, and is willing to sacrifice his own happiness for theirs (a trait at least one of his parents shares very strongly). A lot of my parents' guidelines stemmed from my personality and theirs growing up as well--freedom-thirsty, independent, blunt, and intolerant. While I physically rebelled the least, I emotionally rebelled the most. To this day, I am not pregnant, have not engaged in unprotected sex, have not taken a beer at a party, nor a cigarette, and am happy without touching an illegal substance. To this day, Mark is not engaging in any of the above, and supports me in my pure choices, making them his own. We have both changed a lot for each other, for the better. I love our parents for making us who we are--the two kids that fit so darn well together, regardless of their opposites.

I mentioned I had a very intricate relationship before, didn't I? The guy is Mark. You remember, the sweet man who swept me off my feet and made me an honest woman, whatever that may mean. Relationships are never peaches and cream, and I wanted to share my biggest relationship faux paus from an objective point of view--I want younger people to take from this post a little bit of inspiration to embrace their own relationship's pitfalls.

When I write this post, you must understand that I mean no hurt feelings; I'm purely stating facts and feelings from my perspective. I do not feel it is acceptable to write a lifestyle, "inspirational" young blog without releasing every detail about your life that is socially accepted or that you feel comfortable with. The situations I am about to discuss have been serious roadblocks in my life for quite some time, and I feel it is okay to come clean to my loyal blog readers, family and friends. I'm coming out of the relationship baggage closet, per se, and throwing out all my old, kept secrets (or ripped up/torn clothing, you could also say) along with this change. This is not a debate post or a call for action--this is merely therapeutic release to put my worries at ease and start a new chapter in this great big book called Life, pushing these long-kept conflicts off the pages.

Ever since I began to hold a intimate relationship with my sweetheart, a portion of his family began to dig nasty vibes in my direction, or at least from what I could tell. I heard quite a decent amount of gossip that they had nothing but negative connotations to make in regards to who I was or how our relationship apparently panned out on numerous occasions, never getting a straight answer when I would politely inquire about the matter. Whether this happens to be true or not, I can feel the tension in the air when I'm around them, and to be quite honest: it makes me queasy.

How can people who barely know you make such harsh judgment about you from the get-go, or exclude you from certain social events? I don't know, and maybe never will. All I know is that my sweetheart and I are the best thing to have ever happened to each of our lives. I have held him when he had a bad day, let him cry on my shoulder about bigger things and laugh on my tummy about littler things. I have seen him angry, sad, gleeful, hopeful, and extremely confused. We have been through any personal pitfall you could imagine, and it has made us the strongest couple we can be at this moment. We wasted no memory and no new experiences.

This makes me think about the morale codes that different people hold in this world about boundaries, regardless of the color of their skin or the country they were raised in. My morale within relationships is this: regardless if you are family or family-friend, you are to be included in family gatherings (to an extent) and accepted, even if not liked or adorned. If there is a wedding party or baby shower, and you know there may be a "plus 1" after 6 months of a relationship, you make the seating work. Fellow humans are everything to me and I certainly won't exclude them from my heart and soul without a fair chance. At my wedding party, and baby shower, I will make the new teenager that has just met and formed something special with my family member feel welcome. That's the kind of gal I am--welcoming and sincere, no matter your background or burden.

Speaking generally, and in context: What possesses some people to be so close-minded and unable to accept change? People are going to live their lives and make a personal choice to love who they love, and life will continue on, no matter what you have to say about it. Why can't we all be loving, embracing, strengthening, and healing to other, equally weak human beings? Why can't they come to social dinners or informal parties? We don't need to count them as family, or even as a friend--just human. We don't need to wave hello, or even smile. Just include them and make them feel as if they matter, even if our personal agendas skip a beat. Reach out a hand in their time of trouble and rejoice in their happiness--don't attempt to destroy it or dabble in it providing your "two cents". It just is. Once you learn to accept, you learn to forgive what you cannot change.

This is my belief. I am curious about yours. Maybe you could shed some light on to something I am perhaps missing, coming from my point of view and background. God loves each and every one, even those I cannot seem to understand. From that stems my peace. "The hard part is that we often need to let go over and over again. It isn’t like pulling off a band-aid. Old wounds have a way of resurfacing as we stumble, learn, and grow. This doesn’t make us weak. It makes us human. Today if you find yourself clinging to a painful memory, ask yourself: How can I focus on healing in the present, instead of living in the past?" ~ www.tinybuddha.com

This is a add-on post from “Mother, Father, Mom, Dad”.

My high hopes for communicating with my birth mother went down the drain, it seems, as she continued on telling me the complicated stories of her journey to keep me close to her and escape from her abusive father, who seemingly forced my adoption upon her, even when I requested that we please move on and that the past was the past. I kept getting mixed stories from others, contradicting things she said herself, while she didn’t let up. It was, so-and-so this, and, so-and-so that, never giving me the chance to express how this roller coaster ride was making ME feel.

I created countless videos, pouring my life’s story out to her (a very hard thing for an adopted individual to do, I might add), attempting to make some sort of connection. Even a montage in honor of the feelings I held for her, and a video of myself reading a poem to her children, one I meant to read to my future child. Yet, she neglected to watch them until people pressured her to. To this day, I don’t know if she’s seen the heartfelt montage, or the poem, or even the rest of my story. I give her the benefit of the doubt, dealing with so much emotions and hard aftermath of finally hearing from her daughter of 17 years, so this isn’t my biggest worry. From my interpretation, she felt my parents were a simple addition on my life’s legacy, and that she deserved much more credit than I believe (and I say I believe very strongly) she should be allowed.

So, here’s the credit I am willing to give: Yes, mother, you gave birth to me. You endured hours of incredible pain, and the aftermath of your jiggly belly fat and getting back into shape. Yes, you held me and cared for me when supplies were scarce and at a loss, after your abusive father neglected to care for either one of us that well. Yes, you did have to endure the hateful remarks of your father’s racial beliefs, and rebuild your life after he forced you into adoption. But, I know inside you knew that was what was best for me. Your little baby, looking up at you with her big brown eyes, wondering if she would ever receive a innocent life, away from this abuse. She did, and it is her mom and dad by law that raised her, cried with her, shared the joyous moments with her, and boy did they so deserve a child of their own. You should be extremely grateful.

But, she seemingly isn’t, and contradicts my parents’ parenting, when she hasn’t seen even half of the videos I sent her explaining how much they had been there for me. It’s like I wasn’t even heard out. No parent is perfect, and by all means, she should understand that from having to raise five kids herself, and what she had to endure as a child. Would she rather I was spanked, even worse: beaten, every day? Would she rather I have endured the trauma she had as a young woman? I doubt it. But, it still seems like she wishes negativity upon my life, when in her heart she means good.

Apparently I’m a no-good teenager, trying to connect with the birth mother I never had a chance to know. And, apparently it’s off limits to ask her about her life and expect decent answers, and what can I do but respect that? I do assume I will stay in contact with my birth family, and relate to my aunt, grandmother, and would-be step father for days to come, but who really knows at this point. All I know is, she deserves someone to be on her side. I guess that myself wanting to know what was true from what was fake just wasn’t good enough. Not good enough that I dug out all the legal papers and tried to shed some light on what was buried in the past, the subject in which she seemed so intrigued to discuss. 

I showed active response in wanting to figure out who I was and where I came from, and, true, this entire encounter did just that. It made me realize how LUCKY I am to have the family I do. How lucky I am to have supportive and understanding Mom and Dad. How much material and emotional wealth they have shed upon me for 17 years, and how blessed I am from God to have that unconditional gift every day.

Either family would have been great in their own ways, but I do feel like this day sums up my long-held belief: Everything happens for a reason. As my biological grandmother says, I was supposed to be adopted, and was supposed to have these loving, active parents, or else I wouldn’t be who I am. Where I came from would have been answered from a relationship with my birth mom, but I already know who I am. I am a beautiful, yet flawed, young woman, enduring the road wherever it takes her. I may not know it all, or many of the details to life, even, but most women would love their daughter to hold such a strong sense of self, and maybe my birth mother appreciates it, but it’s not obvious on the surface quite yet.

I know numerous individuals who have grown up to write novels and autobiographical books about this sort of situation, and I may do just that in my later years, but I felt the need to share this piece of news with my real family here in Washington, my loyal readers and YouTube viewers from all over the world, who have all supported me with consistency and admiration for the work I do, both online and offline, regardless of how morally corrupt publishing this on the Internet may be (and no matter how short of a autobiography this is).

I understand my birth mother has access to this web page, and if she is reading, I just want to say: I love you. I love everything you provided for me, before and after we reconnected. Thank you for reconnecting me with my soul’s deepest needs and for reassuring that everything I have done to get to this point where I am today has been correct, with the guidance of God. We all make mistakes and we all say harsh things, but in case you didn’t know, I’m the type of person that no matter what, gives forgiveness out like lollipops—and sincerely. Maybe it’s a flaw, but it will let me move on from this hurtful, confusing experience with ease and reassurance that life is beautiful, and that God rewards those with good hearts. Thank you for that lesson, and I wish you luck, wealth and happiness until whenever we meet again. XOX

Well, boys and girls, a major change has occurred in my life this past week. For the first time in my entire young legacy, I have seeked my birth mother and biological family out like a bloodhound on the hunt, and succeeded!

I was a normal adopted individual, seeking answers from those who held them. I didn’t really know what I was coming for or how long I would stay, but then immediately I realized why I was there. I wasn’t really there to learn about my diverse family background or common diseases (although that would be helpful in the long-run). I was there to learn about where I came from. What was my biological mother like? Father? Their families? What did they struggle with and exceed in after I was gone?

In this process, I strengthened the bond between my biological grandmother and aunt, and formed a friendly relationship with my would-be step-dad. Discovered some nasty, troubling honest truths, and talked to my half sister for the first time. She said: “It’s just amazing, talking to you, my sister.” It is amazing. How a one day chance encounter on a White Pages .com ad, and a trip over to Facebook had changed my life forever. How I would have another family now; other lives that depend on me to stay alive and prosper.

Knowing that they always sang me a happy birthday and said prayers for me brightened my spirit and all high hopes I had for our family. Sure, my mom and dad are the ones here. Those who raised me and cared for me, cried with me and shared my laughter. Those who fed me, put a roof over my head and provided beyond enough material and inner wealth to make my heart soar. But, there is this family. The family that holds the key to my spiritual connections, blood history and personality preferences. I even share the same genetic disorders and a favorite movie with my birth mother. I also learned I have two more siblings that I never knew about - a girl, and a boy. I have a total of three sisters and two brothers. I’m the first, and the fourth girl in our family.

Will I seek out my birth father? Someday soon. I am interested in his life - what his children are like, what career he holds and what his inner hopes and dreams were for me. Of course, other unanswered honest truths will need to be answered, and the nitty gritty will need to set itself aside from love, but I am looking forward to it. Just one step at a time for now. One family at a time!

My evaluation based upon the answers given by the KnockKnock Inc.’s Vs. book assessment on personal preferences of everyday life. Refer to this post to see what I am talking about! Please don’t read this. Just don’t. No! I said don’t. This is probably the most annoying, and world’s longest Internet bio posting. I saved this on my blog because I want to have a way to relate to my young self when I grow older, that and have future employers/friends know a bit about me. It’s really just a dairy entry, open for the world to see. I compiled this across the past three days/nights, and am proud with the finished piece I came up with, but really, you REALLY don’t have to read it!

I am not a very sportive person, so I agree my athletic abilities are little to none. I am quite overly obsessive. I don’t have mommy issues, nor am I good at mathematics. I am very systematic, one-two-three. I like to view myself as less complex, and I am impatient at times. My will to overcome impatience has grown over the years, however. I agree I can become self-involved and am *very* verbose, as well technologically competent. I do complain, but I am a hard worker. I am pretty awesome. Certainly not a “wet blanket”, although I seem to be called that a lot in this survey. I do have a few inclining tendencies toward writing fiction. I am enthusiastic, and have traveled more than some in my young life, however I wish I could travel at the snap of a finger. I’m not introverted, but I am thoughtful. A twin? We’ll see. I am fatalistic (I’ve explained why a lot before) and sexually charged. I’m a very physical-sensing person. “Mature, well-educated and discriminating” may just be my bio. I am romantic but not idealistic. I don’t have a lisp. I am practical and cheap. Ha. I am pragmatic and of course, in situations, can be inferior to others (I believe in holding proper status in comparison to others). I am not unruly, and I hate practical jokes. I can be cerebral, but I do listen to emotions. I don’t see myself suffering from illusions of grandeur. I am a free spirit, as you can tell from my Internet bios (I’m such a geek), and do believe I have semi-latent pessimistic abilities. I love being tidy, and in a emotional sense, I am well-proportioned. I am outgoing and somewhat agreeable, and do *agree* that sometimes I am not that well-read in certain educational aspects. I don’t think I’m boring… am I? I’m not that much of a daydreamer. I’m not laid-back, but sometimes can feel smug. I do find myself self-sacrificing for those I love. I demand autonomy in a professional setting. I am simple, and sanguine, but definitely not a frequent drinker (if at all). Did I mention I’m status conscious? I am productive, most of the time, and describe myself as “anal” often. I’m not bitter, but I would run a business quite well. “Articulate, observant and mildly obnoxious” could also be another bio example. I do have an eye for detail. I’m not irrational, but I dream up big plans that sometimes fall through. I’m slightly superstitious, and very loyal to who and what I love. I am a traditionalist. I think I’m reasonable? I can be aggressive, competitive and impatient—especially when someone is moving slower than I’d like them to be, which I can say is effective. I AM HELLA HUNGRY! ALWAYS! I am combative, in a friendly way, and have way too much time to kill. There comes Facebook! I am spoiled, but by no means an indulgent milquetoast—those people make me tick. I like to think I make good choices. I’m pretty autocratic and do respect authority just so long as they deserve it. I’m not phlegmatic. I am blunt. “Lazy, unemployed, with great hair” is another self description, even though I’m going on the job search soon. Without going in to detail or grossing people out, I’ll skip over the voyeur statement—let’s leave it at a “maybe”. I am a normal citizen, I suppose. I don’t think I’m less seductive “than people think” because I usually get the “prude” stereotype. I’m not mawkish. I do crave structure and am somewhat alternative. I’m not a “sellout”. I do resign to fate. I am enthusiastic and am willing to try different things sexually. As you can tell, I’m more than likely not self-effacing. I am modest at times when I feel I should be. I’m not superficial as a solid trait, but have superficial qualities at times. I’m highly expressive. I am passionate, somewhat melancholic and strong-willed. I’m not pangloss, and sometimes people who are get on my nerves. That, to me, is the opposite of realism. NOT a masochist. I am sensible and parsimonious. I’m not mercurial. I can be playful, but definitely not insouciant. I can get preoccupied with external validation, but not so much that it disrupts my life. I am a profound thinker, but not exactly “incredibly shallow”. Geez. I didn’t know “tempestuous” could be used to describe a person. Even so, I don’t think I am. I am used to getting my way, because most of what I shoot for can be achieved based upon my own will. “Noble, generous and prosperous”—what are we describing, Gandhi now? It’s your call! I have had my bouts of confusing sexual attraction for something more. I am very confident and individualistic. We are all cowardly in our own ways, and I am for certain. I don’t consider myself to be absentminded, but I am a big arguer/debater. I am a creative control freak! I am health conscious. I am fettered by my own fettering… if that makes any sense. I like it that way. I do suffer from power, because I know how important not making a poor choice in certain realms of life is for those who may look to me (even though we all make “mistakes”—there’s a difference between morale and mistakes). I am very anxious, naturally. I’m not a conformist, sorry. Earnest and enterprising match me, yes. I am meticulous. And I am small. I am inquisitive with periodic impulses and remain consistently objective. I am trusting with those who deserve trust. You could consider me a “libertine”, but I do conform to many of the morale spiritual individuals hold—only not religious. I am highly prepared, but not a good runner. “Brooding and introverted” sounds like a completely different person than the one blogging to the world about who she thinks she may or may not be deep inside her soul filled with flaws and insecurities like a diary entry. I’m just saying! You see? I am a little odd. I have a genetic disorder, so I suppose I am “prone” to it. I am a hypochondriac—one look at a Internet symptom list and my brain goes in circles. I am spiritual—not religious. Considering I advocate everything but being a bully, I have to disagree that I am one. Bully is a strong word, in my language, not to be used in the case of someone picking one item or action over another, unless it’s like Punch vs. Don’t Punch. Get what I’m sayin’? So, maybe I’d pick punch… I’m still not a bully. Yes, I am a semi-lateral thinker and do have a rigid belief system. I do everything but excel in mathematics. We are all sanctimonious, no one more than another. I am a opportunist. I like to think I’m established, at least a bit, and am satisfied with the life I choose to live/blase. In relation, I don’t delay gratification. Again, I’m not a pangloss - I’m also not a pollyanna. These statements may be pissing me off more than those kinds of people themselves. However, I am cheerful and pleasant. I can be a weak-willed sensualist, but I stand my ground when I’m not feeling it. Therefore, moving on: I am a smart choice maker, most of the time. When I want to be, I’ll be ingratiating, but that’s not my default. Of course I am sycophantic—who isn’t? Perhaps I’m a bit self-loving, but knowing yourself and being proud of who you are is not having conceited beliefs, it is having, technically speaking, “a over-inflated sense of self”—is that arrogant? Nah. It’s called self knowledge! I’d rather live my life conceited than lost. I am straightforward, and I do enjoy a meal out, while I stay true to my home cooking roots. So, supposedly I created my entire persona and morale, and now I’m “conventional” over “courageous”? Too shaky of a twist for me. I’ll go with the latter. I’d be dead if I were conventional. Yea, I’m just a tad narcissistic. I’m not that concerned with my outer appearance, but take measures to ensure I look “all right”. I hope I’m level-headed. I think of myself as trustworthy. I’m a pretty good listener, and keep secrets well. I am driven, and quite ambitious. I CRAVE human attention—I’m such a socialist, I don’t know what I’d do without. I’m not divorced, so we’ll see how that one turns out. I like to think I’m unpretentious, but it’s hard sometimes. I’m not restrained, but I am respectable. I am not Texan, which I am happy about. I like to please people, so you could call me a people-pleaser. I am good with my hands—they are fluid and full of motion, let alone good for carrying my numerous gadgets around! I’d be lost without them. I’m very sensitive, but not that dreamy. I instantly make my dreams a reality. Not a philistine. I’m a bit neutral. Not “rebellious” per se, but I was a tricky troublemaker in my younger years. I can lack will-power, especially when I have money I can spend but have to push myself not to. I’m over seventeen years old by about three months, I suppose that would count. I don’t enjoy working hard for money - my one superficial slip. I’m strong, and yes, cheesy. I enjoy being very analytical and talking a whole lot. I am sympathetic towards others’ flaws and don’t care to make fun of them for it. We all have flaws. I am dramatic, but certainly wouldn’t harm myself. I love meditation and being in a meditative state, but I don’t think I’m menopausal… I am a stickler for detail, if I understand that right. I don’t consider my personality “flaccid”. I do react to conflict, and have a hot temper. I do have WAAAY too many traits that are unexplainable. I’m full of heart and consider myself alert most of the time. I’m no where near “uncommunicative”. I’m a total homebody. I prefer safe and structured places. I can be pretty duplicitous and crafty - I’m witty, so what!? I am opinionated, but not always respected. I’m definitely not lighthearted to a fault. I’m quite fainthearted and deep. I don’t know if I’m as much “charming” as I am socially educated. I’m not an “elitist atheist” - never would become an atheist at all. I’m not that much of an abstract thinker, quite the opposite, actually, but I am annoyingly obsessed with correct grammar. I think I’m multifarious. I set my own trends, so I wouldn’t call myself “on trend” - I don’t pay attention to the magazines. I am detail-oriented and contemplative. I enjoy thinking about life. I am empathetic to others’ stories. I’m maladjusted to the wretched society, but I think I’m far well adjusted in a thoughtful way of living. I am a witty conversationalist because of the humor of the world. How ironic! I don’t suffer from a lack of affection, per se, but I do suffer from a lack of attention from those around me. I’m NOT mechanically inclined by any means, and not a “fashion forward”. I do have a problem or a slight habit of being tardy, but not to classes. Just appointments or meetings every now and then. I do like to take things one day at a time, but always have the “what-if”s in the back of my mind about the next day. So, now I’m highly communicative? I think so. I do crave admiration - don’t we all? Takes a real pure-hearted human to admit that fact. I’m not social awkward, but sometimes I don’t know all the right things to say. I can be submissive, but my nature is dominant. I’m the boss! I’ve gotta disagree on the high libido - I’ve had my good years. Perhaps later on in young adulthood I’ll grab a few more. Sex is overrated—I don’t mind. Nobody embodies indifference. I’m tenacious and persevere until I accomplish something. I’m pretty skiddish around jellyfish, but I gotta say I do understand the unconscious. I do maintain personal boundaries and don’t put up with any less. I can be credulous. Ha. I’m never reserved or unmotivated. Except for Sundays. I am sneaky, at times, especially if I’m thinking of a surprise. I don’t think I’m vapid, or that courageous. I’m not everybody’s first pick, but I don’t consider myself a martyr. I’m shambolic and sophisticated. It’s complex to understand. In transition between Bridgette’s Diary and UnstoppableKatya, I had a Internet diary with “transcendent” in the title, so I would say I’m a transcendentalist, for that and other reasons. I hope I’ve influenced the lives of some people! I’m somewhat of a team player, but I march to the beat of my own drum. Along with my cheesiness, I have some corniness. Cheesy corn? Damn that sounds delicious. I think I’m quite artistic, but not in the normal painting, drawing sense. Didn’t I mention I was the boss? Yes, I can be bossy, and efficient through that. I don’t know what it means to “physically manifest insecurities” - do I form into a giant blob, or accentuate my flaws? Yikes. I do enjoy indulging, so I will admit I’m a bit self-indulgent, when I have the resources to be. I think this was listed before, but yes, I’m a intelligent judge! I wish I did gain employment, but that day has yet to come. I take myself seriously, but I know how to laugh at myself and do so often. Again with the horny thing - I’m not. I’m a savvy sap with a down to earth grounding, yep! I’m very mobile, I like to have all my gadgets up to date and working 24/7. I need to be practical and out-and-about. I think I’m pretty funny. I can be cautious in certain situations with certain people - I think it’s good to keep that thin guard up. I don’t know if “flashy” means nude, or brightly colored. Hm. I am stubborn and methodical, but like to work fast. I consider myself quite egalitarian, but I’m not the extreme of certain civil rights, such as a feminist - many take their pride and belittlement a bit far for my taste. There’s a difference between equal rights and cocky ruling. I am secretly mocked by many because of my commanding presence… and what? Kidding. I do believe I am entitled and privileged by my status in the world, but way less than most people who have achieved great things. I don’t think I’m that prolific in terms of reproduction.. quite yet.. but hopes for someday! I am quite circumspect, I think that’s what charges a lot of my belief system, but I can have fun when the time, I feel, is right. I’m composed when things are right, but can be an emotional mess when they’re wrong. I’m considerably a “yes” to everything before the next. Now, I had to chuckle at the “cocksure”, but I am, at least more than flat-out “arrogant”. I like that word! I smell good? Sweet. Liberal would be correct, but not to a fault. I hope I’m competent and others can depend on me. Definitely not passive - that’s a pet peeve of mine in others. Sentimental is true, fanciful is a bit far. I am passionate about my ideals, but hair gel? I don’t think so. I’m not Danny Zuko. I do accept the facts of life, so I suppose you could call that “insightful”. I don’t think I cared about pre-school - I liked snack time and play time. I don’t remember if I paid attention, but I know I loved it. I’m not a Northeasterner, but somedays I wish I was. I am modern, but I have traditional values. Sometimes I feel as if I don’t have enough going on, but then I realize I do, and I become content with what I have. Growing up more fortunate than some others, I don’t think I ever learned the value of hard work. That’s the only flaw I have with money. I will, soon, and once I begin interviewing others for job fields, I will see what they do for their income. I understand how work gets you money, and how you need to work for money, so I’m not a Paris Hilton, but I definitely don’t feel like I work for my money. I do chores and help out naturally, so I guess I never considered it “work”. I can enjoy parades, and I love being in them. I’m not very compliant, as a kid I would always talk back to my parents if I didn’t like something. I learned that didn’t really work after a while, and learned to respect them. They were good parents, though, and they encouraged me questioning their methods—the only way a child will learn right from wrong. I do suffer fear of abandonment, how spot on was that! I do think I can be overly committed or interested in irony, because I think everything happens for a reason, and if something ironically or coincidentally happens, I think it’s a sign for a certain meaning. I may be a sad bastard, but at least I know how to feel emotions, unlike a lot of people. I actually prefer the company of men - I feel like they know a lot more about women’s feelings and how life works, most women are shaded by their idealistic views of life. From the tests I’ve done, I believe I am left-brained. I’m not often “stuck”, but often contemplatively confused about life matters. I am realistic, and sometimes paranoid about the future. Being joyful and enthusiastic is what gets me through life’s little B.S.es.

My tongue is numb from reading this aloud to Mark. Now, to wrap up the most self-involved blog posting ever created here at UnstoppableKatya, I will end this mini series by saying: go pick up a Vs. fill-in-the-blank book near you and figure out who you are, and who you aren’t, available in many bookstores everywhere.

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This is part of the mini-series “A Realization of Life and its Quirks”. Read the rest here…

Compiling all of my 200 some answers to each question within the creative, self-discovery book “Vs”, prompting me to make quick judgments about the world around me, the authors have judged me based upon the explanations of each answer (there may be some repeats and incorrect statements—this book is all over the place):

Tendency toward obsessiveness: Latent Athletic Abilities. Mathematical and systematic; mommy issues. Uncomplicated and accessible, but impatient. Self-involved and verbose; technologically competent. Hardworking and averse to complaining. Awesome. Wet blanket with ambitions toward writing fiction. Enthusiastic. Well-traveled. Introverted, thoughtful, possibly a twin. Fatalistic and sexually charged. Mature, well-educated and discriminating. Romantic and idealistic; may lisp. Practical and cheap. Pragmatic with an inferiority complex. Unruly, enjoy playing practical jokes. Cerebral; suffer from delusions of grandeur. Free spirit, latent pessimistic tendencies. Tidy, well-proportioned. Outgoing and agreeable—but not very well-read. Boring. Daydreamer. Laid-back and smug. Self-sacrificing. Require autonomy in a professional setting. Simple and/our sanguine; frequent drinker. Status conscious. Productive, anal-retentive, and bitter; management material. Articulate, observant, and mildly obnoxious. Great attention to detail. Irrational and superstitious; deeply loyal. Traditionalist (or have a highly developed sense of irony). Reasonable. Aggressive, competitive, and impatient—but effective. Hella hungry.  Combative—with time to kill. Spoiled, indulgent milquetoast. Makes good choices. Autocratic with respect for authority. Phlegmatic. Blunt in conversations—but generally agreeable. Lazy, unemployed, with great hair. Voyeur. Normal citizen. Less seductive than you think; prone to mawkishness. “Alternative”; secretly craves structure. Sellout. Easily resigned to fate. Enthusiastic and sexually adventurous. Modest and self-effacing. Realistic. Superficial; highly expressive. Passionate and melancholic but strong-willed. Pangloss. Entitled masochist. Sensible—but with a tendency toward parsimony. Mercurial and aggressive, but loyal. Playful and insouciant. Outgoing, preoccupied with external validation. Incredibly shallow—or a profound thinker. Tempestuous; used to getting preferred way. Noble, generous, and prosperous. Individualist; highly confident. Easily confuse sexual attraction for something more. Cowardly. Absentminded and creative; often argumentative (or attracted to said type). Control freak, etc. Health conscious. Fettered—and absolved. Suffer from feelings of powerfulness; often anxious. Conformist and/or above age sixty; genteel. Enterprising and earnest. Practical and meticulous. Small in stature—at least metaphorically. Inquisitive with periodical impulses; consistently objective. Trusting. Curious libertine. Good runner and highly prepared. Brooding and introverted. Obnoxious and a little odd. Hypochondriac tendencies; also may be prone to genetic disorders. Realistic, but tense. A good time. Spiritual and/or religious, trusting. Bully. Lateral thinker with a rigid belief system. Excel in mathematics. Sanctimonious. Opportunist. Established, relatively content; blase. Delay gratification. Cheerful, pleasant, and a bit of a pollyanna. Weak-willed sensualist. Smart choice maker. Sycophantic and ingratiating. Conceited with an over-inflated sense of self. Straightforward and forward-looking—eats out a lot. You’d think courageous—actually just conventional. Manage expectations well, fatalistic. Narcissistic. Coastal, smug, and overly concerned with appearance. Level-headed. Trustworthy and a good listener. Driven, ambitious, and pompous. Crave human connection. Divorcee. Unpretentious and simplistic. Restrained and respectable. Not Texan. People pleaser. Thoughtful. Good with hands. Dreamy and sensitive. Philistine. Neutral. Rebellious. Lacks will-power. Over seventeen years of age. Work hard for money. Strong. Cheesy. Highly analytical; big talker. Sympathetic towards others’ flaws. Dramatic; prone to threatening self-harm. Meditative and menopausal. Cynical wet blanket. Stickler for detail—but working on it. Flaccid. Reactive approach to conflict. Way too many things/traits that are not explainable. Hearty and alert. Uncommunicative. Homebody. Prefer structured environments. Duplicitous and crafty. Respectably opinionated. Lighthearted—to a fault. Follower. Charming and socially adept. Elitist atheist. Abstract thinker; annoyingly concerned with grammar. Trouble managing expectations. Pragmatic. Multifarious. On trend. Contemplative and detail-oriented. Empathic. Self-destructive. Maladjusted; witty conversationalist. Suffer from a lack of affection. Mechanically inclined and fashion forward. Habitually tardy. Patient. Taking it one day at a time. Highly communicative. Crave admiration. Socially awkward and oblivious. Submissive. High sexual libido. Embody indifference. Tenacious. In tune with unconscious, unafraid of jellyfish. Maintain personal boundaries. Credulous. Reserved and/or unmotivated. Sneaky. Courageous—but vapid. Chosen (as opposed to martyr). Sophisticated. Shambolic. Resolute and influential. Transcendentalist. Corny. Team player. Artistic but pretentious. Efficient and bossy. Physically manifest insecurities. Fatalistic. Self-indulgent. Judgmental, but intelligent. Pompous, gainfully employed. Pragmatic, sanguine, and optimistic. Lazy. Confident—and horny. Takes self too seriously. Dramatic but overly verbose. Savvy. Sappy. Down to earth. Practical—and highly mobile. Respect authority. Funny. Cautious. Flashy. Stubborn and methodical. Egalitarian but sloppy in dress. Commanding presence, secretly mocked by many. Entitled and privileged. Craves comfort and stability. Prolific and creative, but annoyingly capricious. Often suffers from feelings of inferiority—but loyal. Circumspect, but willing to cut loose when the situation arises. Composed—and sanctimonious. Unfettered. Upright—and rare. Sensible. Anal-retentive—but happy. Assertive, cocksure, and forthright to a fault. Smells good. Liberal. Competent. Passive. Superficial—but practical. Fanciful and sentimental. Passionate about ideals (and maybe hair gel). Insightful and accepting. Competitive, didn’t pay much attention in pre-school. Northeasterner. Confident and modern. Considerate; a touch self-effacing. Harried and often bored—but fulfilled. Understands the value of hard work. Enjoys parades. Compliant—but apathetic at times. Suffers fear of abandonment. Overly committed to irony. Sadist. Joyful and enthusiastic. Impatient. Paranoid realist. Stuck. Sad bastard—but in touch with emotions. Prefers company of women. Left-brained, robotic, and enviably productive.

My next and final post will be my assessment of KnockKnock Inc.’s authors’ judgments of my preferences!

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This is part of the mini-series “A Realization of Life and its Quirks”. Read the rest here…

1). Talk vs. Listen: Talk. There is a big difference, for me, between listening appropriately and being shy. The reason I say talk is because I’d rather speak my opinions and live loudly/proudly than sit on the sidelines.

2). Customer vs. Service: Customer. The customer’s always right, am I right!? The service is usually a downgrade of terrible, in my experiences. At least with operators over the phone, which is usually what this saying is used in reference to.

3). Bed vs. Kitchen Table: Bed. Call me prudeish, but I like natural and normal.

4). Manic vs. Depression: Manic. No matter what, what-ever, I would despise my life if I was depressed. I don’t see myself becoming one of those people that is prone to depression, but it’d be a hard life if I somehow was.

5). Yankees vs. Red Sox: Red Sox. Red Sox have so much more rich and interesting history and stories about their team. Yes, the Yankees are awesome, but I’ll stick to a legendary team.

6). Metal vs. Swedish Death Metal: Metal. Neither if I could omit both, but death metal is like a bullet to the brain.

7). Yoga vs. Jazzercise: Yoga. I’ve never actually tried jazzercise, but I am guessing it is a jazzy, lighter version of aerobics. In that case, I’d say jazzercise, because I like to be up and moving constantly, but I do love a good yoga session every once in a while.

8). Your High School Gym Teacher vs. A Banshee: High School Gym Teacher. Considering I don’t have one, I guess I got lucky at this question.

9). Honesty vs. Flattery: Honesty. If I look fat in my new dress, I want you to tell me that before I go out looking chub. Honesty is the best policy, even when it hurts. Always.

10). Accountant vs. Lumberjack vs. Librarian: Accountant. I’d never want to be a lumberjack and always associate that job with males. Librarians are sweet, but it’s a bit of a boring job for someone like me that loves to be engaged 24/7. Accountants get to use computers and type a whole bunch, while keeping track of a million things. I like to multi-task.

11). Dysfunctional Family vs. The Good China: The Good China. There are certain Chinese morales within family functions that really inspire me. While I highly disagree that all youngins must respect their elders, because some elders are just foolish, I do appreciate the respect they hold for their parents and the organization the family has within the dynamics. I’ve had my fair share of rub-off from dysfunctional families.

12). Nirvana vs. Pearl Jam: Pearl Jam. Haven’t heard much from either, but if I had to choose, I’d most certainly pick the one with the cooler name, the richest history, without Kurt Cobain! Attention hogs that go too far really piss me off.

13). Ultimate Frisbee vs. Pride: Pride. Funny this is a question, considering my 4th and 5th grade class would always play this game with the teacher and I’d always sit and watch. To me, it was a bunch of immature boys rough housing. I couldn’t wait to leave.

14). Kirk vs. Picard: Omit question—I don’t like Star Trek, let alone Star Wars, or any other idiotic show/movie that kids buy into that advertises all the wrong morale. Can you say, Hannah Montana, Harry Potter and Twilight?

15). Cocker Spaniel vs. Cocker Spaniel: Cocker Spaniel!! Again, who doesn’t find a cocker spaniel adorable?

16). Deodorant vs. Crystal: Deodorant. No idea how these two relate, but I’d prefer not to be smelly.

17). The New York Times vs. The Wall Street Journal: The New York Times. I find it more interesting and informing, but the difference is light.

18). Donkey vs. Platypus: Donkey. They’re both ugly lookin’ animals, but both as lovable. Donkeys look huggable, but platypus’ have big noses.

19). Snow White vs. Cinderella: Cinderella. Neither of these are legitamet stories, and come from very disturbing original stories that Disney twisted into positive messages for little girls. In the original tale, Sleeping Beauty was raped. I approve of netiher, but Cinderella is pretty pretty!

20). New vs. Vintage: New. I’m not a vintage collector, but I do occasionally like some decor from the ages. Modern is my thing.

21). Zeppelin vs. Hot Air Balloon: Hot Air Balloon. Nothing beats it.

22). Disco vs. Punk: Punk. If the punk music is the pop/rock type I am thinking of, such as Green Day and such, I pick punk. I have never been a fan of disco.

23). Youth vs. Wisdom: Wisdom. That’s my message, isn’t it? Wisdom will get you much further than your weak immaturities. We all have them, but we all have the faith that will get us through our hard spots in life, as well.

24). Hare vs. Tortoise: Hare. I just wanna hug all the hares and rabbits out there. Tortoises may have hearts, but turtles and their relating species are quite boring.

25). Mustache vs. Beard vs. Chops: Mustache. I’m certainly NOT a fan of facial hair on either sex, so I’m likely to pick the one with the least amount, if I had to.

26). Lean vs. Buff: Lean. I’m not the type of girl who wants a man with a six-pack. I want him to eat well, exercise and love himself for who he is—skinny or big.

27). Shaken vs. Stirred: Stirred. I adore yummy frappuccino-type drinks, which are stirred and blended instead of just shaken coffee.

28). Married vs. Single: Married. I do aspire it someday, whenever I decide the time is right. I would not want to die alone without having the experience of a healthy marriage.

29). Harvard vs. Yale: Harvard. I haven’t studied enough about these two law schools to choose which one is better, but I’ve heard more good things about Harvard than Yale. I’m not interested in being a lawyer or going to a 4.0GPA school.

30). Mermaid vs. Elf: Mermaid. Elves look weird and can scare me (I’m weird, I get it). Mermaids are also untrue myths, yes, but they’re gorgeous and fun to attempt to believe in.

31). Denial vs. Acceptance: Acceptance. I never live in denial, or at least try not to. I am ready to move on from bad things in the past and enjoy life happily.

32). Hardcover vs. Paperback: Hardcover. While it is a portion more expensive, I like the feeling of a hardcover in my hands.

33). Unicorn vs. Wolf: Wolf. Wolves are cute and friendly, unless you upset them. Unicorns don’t exist, so why would I pick them? I guess if they did, maybe I’d say unicorn, but I never found a love for the myth as a child.

34). Airport Security vs. Meter Maid: Airport Security. Love ‘em.

35). Cornflower Blue vs. Burnt Sienna: Burnt Sienna. I like dark tones that resemble red and orange. Cornflower blue is too deep of a blue for my taste. My favorite colors are cadmium orange and seafoam green/blue, so go figure.

36). Pigeon vs. Squirrel: Squirrel. Squirrels are fast and excited all the time—similar to my bubbly personality. Besides, I just can’t stand the squacks of a pigeon.

37). Zombie vs. Cyborg: Cyborg. Anything other than zombies, they are way too annoying and cliche.

38). Past vs. Present: Past. I know it’s a terrible idea to have that past is better than the present, but I think we all fixate on what we had that one time, etc. I use the past to better my present.

39). Shout vs. Cry: Cry. Shouting usually involves hurting someone emotionally, and I’m not hurting someone if I cry alone.

40). Hot Dog vs. Clam: Clam. I’d prefer seafood any day over meat.

41). Morning vs. Night: Morning. I used to be a HUGE night owl, but once I got into a steady sleep schedule, I loved waking up. Going to sleep is boring.


Remember this: none of my answers are intended to offend. Vs. encourages quick judgment and stereotyping to answer questions without spending a dragged out amount of time contemplating whether an orange is better than an apple!
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1). Bros vs. Hoes: Hoes. I personally don’t always believe in the “friends before partners” saying, considering many of my past “friends” have disapproved of my partners when they are perfectly normal and treating me great. Bros hardly know anything - always take your risks with the hoes first.

2). Instant Gratification vs. Long-Term Goals: Instant Gratification. I’m not the type of person to be able to wait around for goals to happen, especially if it is some kind of physical goal (a purchase or such), instead of a career or personal goal.

3). Pen vs. Pencil: Pen. I understand the easy use and choices involved with using a pencil, but I like the strokes of a pen much better. It looks much more permanent (well, perhaps that is because it is…).

4). Foucault vs. Chomsky: Omit question - don’t know enough about these.

5). Shark vs. Cancer: Cancer. There is one and every million people that survive a shark attack, take Bethany Hamilton for example, but I would much rather have a chance to die peacefully with time to say goodbye than be bloodily ravaged by a sea animal.

6). Leno vs. Conan: Leno. I honestly can’t explain how irritated Conan makes me. Stick-your-finger-down-your-throat irritated. Terrible humor from a not-so-nice guy. Leno is boring, I’ll give you that, but if I had to become a celebrity of some sort, I’d rather go on his show.

7). Bigfoot vs. Seven Abnormally Large Catfish with Fangs: Bigfoot. He’s actually not that frightening when you think about it, nor are catfish, but I’d rather have my lucky chance at spotting an urban legend than seeing things that can be found in a aquarium.

8). Form vs. Function: Form. Recently, I’ve been battling this craving for Apple products because of their delicious looking appearance, never reminding myself that a PC has much faster performance and durability for what I need. I’m guilty of superficiality… sue me!

9). Velociraptor vs. Pterodactyl: Velociraptor. Either one’s O.K., I just think the first looks more scary and tough. Enough with the wings already.

10). Pop vs. Soda: Soda. It has always been soda while I was growing up, “pop” was just a coined phrase to make “soda pop” easier to say.

11). Lick vs. Scratch: Scratch. I don’t know what I’m lickin’, but I don’t wanna!

12). The Romantics vs. The Modernists: The Modernists. I’m certainly a romantic at heart, but not an idealist, as many past decades have been modeled after. Modernists seem to have lacking imagination, which I certainly don’t. However, modernists know that not every romance works perfectly—realists like myself.

13). Lawrence of Arabia vs. Sandstorm: Sandstorm. I don’t get those tales, I’d rather the sand sweeps them far away so my brain doesn’t hurt.

14). Crunchy Peanut Butter vs. Smooth Peanut Butter: Smooth. Matter of tastebuds opinion; different strokes for different folks!

15). Video Game vs. Maturity: Maturity. Love this set, because it is SO true! I could never marry a guy or gal who loved video games. It doesn’t sit well with me.

16). Science vs. Apocalypse: Science. Did I mention I’m a realist? The apocalypse just isn’t going to happen… sorry!

17). Santa Clause vs. Easter Bunny vs. Cupid: Easter Bunny. First off, kids don’t care about Cupid, which rules him out of the category here. You know about Santa when you are five or six years old, therefore, I’m ruling him out as well. He becomes mundane after you get exactly what you asked your parents for every Xmas. The Easter Bunny is a constant source of entertainment! Face it. You never know what you’re going to get Easter morning, the egg hunts are a bunch of fun. Your parents don’t have to sit you down and have “the Easter Bunny isn’t real” talk—it’s implied.

18). Clothed vs. Naked: Naked. I love the end of the day when I can lay back, relax and have only underwear on in bed, surfing the web on my laptop, cozy in my safe haven. Clothes can get in the way. Or is underwear considered “clothing”? I guess so…

19). Frat Boy vs. Keg: Frat Boy. Kegs are for the weak and those that need popularity and alcohol to get them by. I’d stick to being frat boy, not kegging frat boy.

20). Cowboy vs. Matador: Matador. I have plenty friends who think both are equally attractive, and for me, my heart has been captured by more matadors than cowboys (not to mention the main matador was from Texas). Matadors are passionate, romantic and thrilling. Cowboys get their thrills from advertising America as the #1 and only country that matters, not to mention their stereotypical Republican viewpoints. No thanks.

21). NFL vs. NBA: NBA. C’mon, who wants to watch football anyway?

22). Flashback vs. Montage: Montage. I don’t see how these relate completely, but I’d rather have a preserve of my memories and be rarely able to flashback, compared to often, momentary glimpses into past events.

23). Parsley vs. Sage: Parsley. I haven’t tried sage on many of the edible things I have consumed, and I do like the physical appearance, just not the taste. Parsley can make anything burst with flavor.

24). Typewriter vs. Laptop: Laptop. Kidding me?

25). Parents vs. Teenager: Parents. Again, racking up the points in that stereotypical, authority answer category (ex: Cop vs. Robber)! You know my opinionated views on *most* teenagers, so for this broad answer, I’ll have to go with the parents. I’d choose teenager if we’re talking about myself and my friends, but most teens are crazed little troublemakers.

26). Inoffensive vs. Funny: Funny. Yes, I do believe you can rarely not offend and be funny, and I like to think of myself as a generally humorous individual!

27). Townie vs. Carnie: Townie. Get out of our towns, carnies!

28). Pearls vs. Diamonds: Diamonds. Personally, I don’t see the value of pearls. I get that it is a rare species, but to me, diamonds have much more worth (they’re a girl’s best friend - what can I say?) and look much more beautiful. Some would disagree.

29). Missionary vs. Doggy-Style: Missionary. I get the whole rave about sexual expeditions and spicing up the bedroom, and I’m all for that, but doggy is a liiiittle too weird for me.

30). Knight vs. Peasant: Peasant. I like the simple folk and don’t believe in fairytales.

Remember this: none of my answers are intended to offend. Vs. encourages quick judgment and stereotyping to answer questions without spending a dragged out amount of time contemplating whether an orange is better than an apple!
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This is part of the mini-series “A Realization of Life and its Quirks”. Read the rest here…

1). Conservative vs. Liberal: Liberal. I am both on many different subjects, but I don’t choose Democrat or Republican. I have more democratic views and believe in a liberal standpoint.
2). Design vs. Copy: Copy. If we are talking about painting or drawing, I like to copy and give credit to the original artist. I like to have something to mirror and practice with.

3). Long-Distance vs. Fling: Long-Distance. I’d rather miss the person I love than have a one night stand or a week-long stand with a stranger. Fighting for your love makes you stronger, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.

4). Surf vs. Turf: Turf. I’m not that big of a risk-taker, so I’d rather stay on the sand and watch the surfers do their thing.

5). Zeus vs. Ganesh: Ganesh. I enjoy looking at elephants and their intricate design, at least in the Greek tradition and Hinduism. Zeus is a bit boring.

6). Tattoo vs. Piercing: Tattoo. I don’t understand why people get either, but especially intricate of either. I’d rather get a small tattoo on my shoulder or a piercing on each ear.

7). Knit vs. Sew: Knit. Sewing is pretty complicated and with a simple 4-1-1 you can knit like a pro in no time with some good practice.

8). Jem vs. She-ra: Neither. I have a strong dislike for cartoons.

9). Em Dash vs. Semicolon: Em Dash. I use them a lot—can’t you tell?

10). Viking vs. Samurai: Samurai. I don’t get the famous hype about Vikings, to me they’re a little stupid. Samurai will whoop your butt.

11). Black Sheep vs. The Favorite: Black Sheep. I do like having attention on me, but I’m not the type to want to be what everyone else wants me to be. It seems as though I would fit “the favorite” stereotype quite well, but I am definitely the black sheep in my generation and family.

12). Time vs. Money: Money. I don’t want to live forever, and I do enjoy material items, such as electronics. I would rather live a shorter life, enjoying it to the fullest and being able to do all the traveling to see the world.

13). Jacques Cousteau vs. Octopus: Jacques Cousteau. I hope I didn’t just admit to something terrible. Don’t get me wrong, I love the octopuses.

14). Traffic vs. Sanity: Sanity. I would rather stay home that day than drive in massive, hour-long freeway traffic.

15). One-Night Stand vs. Another Lonely Night: Another Lonely Night. You know me and one-night stands! I would never participate in something like such, and in reality: after the person leaves, it is just another lonely night. I would rather wait for the days I would not have any more lonely nights.

16). Drunk vs. Sober: Sober. Are you kidding me? The sober life is what I live for! Sobriety fills me up inside with glee and overwhelming joy. Especially when I find others like me, clear-headed and free to think.

17). Emoticons vs. Words: Words. Emoticons get so dull and troublesome. I’d rather express myself through words. You know, the intelligent, thoughtful way of expression?

18). Midcentury Modern vs. Shabby Chic: Mid-Century Modern. I’m not into many “chic” things, and I adore modern architecture and decor. Modernistic things bring happiness to my life.

19). Long Board vs. Short Board: I don’t like skating, nor surfing. However, I’ll say long board, just because either seems less dangerous with… well, a longer board.

20). Harlequin vs. Hard-Core: Harlequin. Harlequin is so hard-core, man. What are you talkin’ about?

21). Hunger vs. Thirst: Hunger. I find myself very rarely thirsty, and if I am, it’s only for a drink of water. I’m always hungry because there’s always amazing food in the world.

22). Walk vs. Run: Walk. I enjoy running to get exercise, but there’s no real place to do it around here. If you know me real good, you’d know I HATE to walk, but I’d rather walk to catch transportation than have to run everywhere.

23). Therapy vs. Meds: Therapy. Call me a Northwest hippie, but emotional consoling and cognitive therapy is the first step before you load yourself up with drugs.

24). Zoo vs. Aquarium: Aquarium. Zoos are abnormally boring to me, unless they have exotic animal species. Aquariums are spacious and good for photography.

25). Fire vs. Ice: Ice. I love figure skating! Fire has brought misfortune to many people I know, but ice is avoidable. Fire can occur easily.

26). Instant Replay vs. Referee: Referee. Does no one recognize a pattern in my answers to these categorical questions?

27). City vs. Country: Country. It’s a hard decision, but I would rather live on the countryside and have a good life away from violence and the icky parts of the city, especially if I could score a decent WiFi connection. If I couldn’t, maybe I’d live in the city with a getaway house on the countryside…

28). Boobs vs. Butt: Butt. The whole common debate over whether small or big boobs are better puts a toll on young women. To me, nothing bigger than a handful, but with a booty, it’s a different story…

29). Sherlock Holmes vs. James Bond: James Bond. The physique says it all.

30). Jewish Guilt vs. Catholic Contrition: Jewish Guilt. Jews are awesome, c’mon. The stories are a bit ridiculous, but Catholics are extreme idealists and really irritate me when they skip out on a common tradition or moral like it’s no big deal. That’s contrition!

Remember this: none of my answers are intended to offend. Vs. encourages quick judgment and stereotyping to answer questions without spending a dragged out amount of time contemplating whether an orange is better than an apple!
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This is part of the mini-series “A Realization of Life and its Quirks”. Read the rest here…

1). Hero vs. Antihero: Hero. Anti-heroes are so annoying. Who would want to be someone who was lacking heroic qualities? Typically, anti-heroes lack the qualities that make heroes what they are, such as bravery and strength.

2). Flying vs. Invisibility vs. Telekinesis: Telekinesis. I don’t share any passion to fly or have those abilities. Invisibility would be a cool talent to have, then you could hear what people thought of you when you weren’t in the room and you could freak people out by lifting objects. As for telekinesis: I’m a big fan of traveling, so I have to say this is my first pick.

3). Guitar vs. Piano: Guitar. Piano is so hard, but you can self-teach easily with guitar and a few lessons. The idea of being able to pick up an instrument and instantly being able to create your own songs to go along with the melody is great.

4). Surrealism vs. Impressionism: Impressionism. It is so pretty and flowy. I’m not much for 3D-lookin’ art or wild and crazy colors that make popping images. I am interested in the smooth, complimentary colors that form a masterpiece of swirls and twists.

5). Rad vs. Cool: Cool. “Rad” is weird sounding. My generation is so used to the “cool”s and the “chill”s.

6). Kramer vs. Kramer: KRAMER, DUH! We all love Kramer. How can you resist him?

7). 50s vs. 60s: 60s. Neither, really. I suppose the 60s. It’s closer to when The Beatles landed.

8). Diet vs. Exercise: Exercise. Diet is so troublesome - I love eating. I enjoy exercise even though I don’t really lose weight with exercise alone, it’s fine.

9). Cops vs. Robbers: Cops. Cops rule, robbers are little troublemakers!

10). Paycheck vs. Creative Fulfillment: Paycheck. I’m looking for more soul-fulfillment, not exactly “creative”. I already have numerous creative outlets and pick up hobbies for creativity and joy. My career should be all-around fulfilling.

11). Rollerblade Lifestyle vs. Chest Hair Lifestyle: Chest Hair. I’d rather deal with tons of hair on my partner, or even myself, than have to rollerblade everywhere for the rest of my life. Talk about a short life!

12). Bela Lugosi vs. Vincent Price: Bela Lugosi. I hate horror films, but you have to pick the most handsome and realistically fit for his part.

13). Plato vs. Socrates: Socrates. The reason I say this is because I hold very similar viewpoints to Socrates himself, and love his prophecies/wisdom.

14). Holden Caulfield vs. Angst: Holden Caulfield. I have a bone to pick with the authors on this question, because “angst” and “child-like” qualities have truly nothing to do with each other. You can be “wise beyond your years” and not angsty against “child-like” qualities, or in other words: it makes no sense. I, myself, never gave in to the typical teenage angst, nor did I feel like staying a child and innocent all my life was appropriate. I’d rather be wise than a fool on either side.

15). Opera vs. Theater: Theater. I adore plays and script readings, not so much opera—it hurts my ears. Theater is so much more engaging and enlightening. You come away with something new every time you go.

16). Spring vs. Fall: Fall. Spring is just a mockery of summer. Fall has gorgeous leaves and trees in full orange-y bloom, and good, spiced cider/pumpkin frappuccinos.

17) Nature vs. Nurture: Nature. To go into this topic the way I view it, realism vs. idealism, I have to *naturally* pick realism. I cannot stand it when parents or authority try to nurture a child while sheltering it from the harsh realities of life. I know quite a few young individuals who were very harmed emotionally by the idealism of their parents.

18). Golf vs. Nascar: Golf. I’ll enjoy a car race, hands down, but I’m not the type of person to be racing in one. It is dangerous, and in personal opinion, quite pointless. I do like thrilling experiences, but not one as scary as racing. I’d rather enjoy a spring day, sipping tea, going to play a round of golf.

19). Valium vs. Vicodin vs. Viagra: Viagra. All different drugs used for different situations. I am for them all, as long as they are not abused and screwed around with. Although you can probably guess which I favor the most from the big picture.

20). Arm vs. Leg: Arm. Legs keep you walking, running, jogging and dancing, but I’m a pretty immobile person in that sense. My arms (and hands, for that matter) keep me typing, texting, entering, moving, doing, and enjoying life the most.

21). Boy vs. Girl: Girl. The only reason I’m saying female is because I am a female. Definitely not a full-blown feminist, but I fully disagree with a bunch of stereotypes males stand for—cheating, lying, being an all-around jerk that doesn’t respect females’ feelings. This changes with age and time, but I still don’t have the most flattering interpretation of men. Girls are crazy, I’ll admit, but guys are just ridiculous!

22). Coffee vs. Tea: Coffee. I can’t get the joy out of tea that some people can. It is lacking so much taste, in my opinion. I would adore a bustling, wild sense of peppermint in my mouth, warming my body from head to toe - I’m a strong drink type person.

23). Gold vs. Silver: Silver. Why did the figure skating fan say silver? I enjoy admiring silver more and pick out far more silver jewelry pieces to sport around. I suppose if I were a golden athlete, I would appreciate the color more, but for my personal visual taste, I’ll go with the lighter/cleaner of the two.

24). Julia Child vs. Rick Steves: Julia Child. No one beats Julia Child. Perhaps Rick Steves is a great tour guide and travel expert, but Julia Child’s theory on butter is adored in households world-wide (and especially adored by me!).

25). Graffiti vs. Gallery: Gallery. Graffiti is a special thing, when used properly. It takes an idiot to ruin a village, and one often does. If it is a warming expression of graffiti, great. If it’s a couple troublemakers trying to get a reaction, trash. I enjoy art galleries where I can learn something. I use different types of art to feel it in my soul.

26). Mullet vs. Rattail: Rattail. Mullets are pretty gnarly - I’m not a fan. Rattails are cute, for those who can pull it off. Say, Billy Ray?

27). Objective vs. Subjective: Subjective. I live my life subjectively, for the most part. I am objective when I write essays, at times, and in my personal life when I feel my soul learning something new. Subjectivity gets you through with confidence.

28). Mime vs. Juggle: Juggle. Mimes are not a state of attraction for myself personally, I don’t think they have much to offer, unless they are a still statue that entertains people with slow, sudden movements. A mime is a little creepy. Jugglers prepare years to surprise people with fire-breathing, tossing talents.

29). Lead vs. Follow: Lead. You all know me well enough. I am certainly not the type to follow—norms or people. I invent, create, lead, teach, and preach.

30). Human vs. Robot: Human. Robots are characterized by what us humans want. I’d rather be a human than be a robot. Refer to #29.

Remember this: none of my answers are intended to offend. Vs. encourages quick judgment and stereotyping to answer questions without spending a dragged out amount of time contemplating whether an orange is better than an apple!

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This is part of the mini-series “A Realization of Life and its Quirks”. Read the rest here…