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Sharing my world Sept 7, 2020

It’s Monday, so that means Sharing Your World à la Melanie’s blog. I’m gonna try and do these on Mondays, but y’all know how that goes. I’m not very good with keeping with a schedule. So, here you go:

Roger’s Magical, Mystical Questions:

What happened to cause you to discover ‘bullies” were real? My twin and I were small — short really. We were usually the shortest in our class throughout grade (elementary) school. We got teased a lot because of that, but I didn’t get bullied until sixth grade. There was a girl in my sixth grade class who was just… mean. I watched her punch another girl in the face until it was a bloody mess. One day she sat behind me in class and just pulled out little bits of my hair for almost an hour. She taunted me while I sat in my seat and cried. She threatened to punch my face in if I told the teacher why I was crying. Though if my teacher had been competent at all, she should have figured it out. That teacher told my mom that I (and my sister) should be kept behind because we were “too immature” to move on to the next grade. Yeah, probably because we were being bullied by that girl.

To add some levity.

Eavesdropping- When given the chance, how often do you eavesdrop? I tend not to eavesdrop because I don’t like being eavesdropped on… Do unto others and so on… I will linger if two people are talking and I want to talk to one of them, but I let them know that I’m there. However, having said that. One of my favorite genre of books is books that are written in the form of old letters — fiction and non-fiction. It’s like a form of eavesdropping. I’ll totally read old letters. I love reading old letters.

Escalators, at one time, were the ‘next big thing’. When was the last time you rode an escalator? It’s been awhile. I can’t even think of when the last time I rode an escalator. I mean they’re big in malls and airports, but I haven’t been to either of those in a long time.

Have you ever ‘let’ someone win in a sports competition or a board game? How did it turn out? Not really. I mean when I played with my kids, I’d play “easy” but I hardly ever let them win… because they should either win of their own accord or learn to lose well. When I was a kid, my brother would get angry and throw things if he lost and I didn’t want my kids to be like that, so the needed to learn to lose properly. So yeah, if they won, it’s because they played well (even if I was taking it easy on them), not because I let them win.

Just a kid with a ball. Photo is mine.

Melanie’s Muggle Questions:

I [Melanie] am very short on time today (Sunday) so I’m borrowing from Rory and Sandmanjazz to fill the questions today:

Are you afraid of the dark?

Do our fears start with our DNA? (Credit to Rory) So, one of my online friends often points out that we humans have an innate fear of the tiger lurking in the bushes. That part of our lizard brain is indisputable, and I would think that it probably imprinted in our DNA. I mean, I don’t know anything about DNA, but it seems likely. Everyone is afraid of the something lurking in the bushes. It’s part of our survival instinct and why all of us have that fight, flight, or freeze reflex. Our very survival depends on us knowing if we can fight, outrun, or make whatever is moving in the bushes ignore us. This fundamentally means that we as a species fear the unknown. All of us, it’s our first instinct to fling an unknown thing away from us. Is it in our DNA? Yeah. But here’s the thing, dear reader, what we do with the information once something is known to us… overcome that initial fear or keep living in fear — well, that’s what sets us apart from each other.

Purple

If you could have your hair any colour for 24 hours, what colour would you choose? Like I said when I answered this question before, I would totally choose purple. Deep purple. I think that a deep purple would look good on me. When I was younger, I dyed my hair a deep auburn, and I liked that color. I dyed it for almost twenty years because I really liked the deep auburn. However, after my thyroid went and I started losing my hair, I stopped dying it. Mostly because I was too tired to fuss with it, but also because I really didn’t want to lose any more hair. Though that — both the tiredness and the lose of hair — could have been the Vit D deficiency. Either way, I don’t dye it anymore. Now it’s kind of a dirty blonde, light brown? Kind of. Eh, it’s fading into grey I think. My dad’s hair did that. He didn’t get those streaks of grey that some people get, his just kind of faded into grey. However, if it could magically change colors without the harmful chemicals, then yeah, I would totally go with purple.

When do you think a person gets old? (Credit to Rory) Chronologically, every single things gets older every moment that it’s alive. That includes me. We start to age the moment we’re born. When I was a kid, I thought 30 was old. When I was a teenager, I was sure that fifty was old. Now that I’m in my mid-fifties, I’m pretty sure that ninety is old. Will I live to see ninety? I dunno, but I haven’t reached “old” yet. Though some days I feel like my body is ninety. I often say that I’m chronologically fifty-something, have the mind of a twenty year old, but my body is pushing ninety. I’m all mixed up when it comes to age. Ha!

2 thoughts on “Sharing my world Sept 7, 2020

  1. Thanks for Sharing Your World! Very thoughtful and deep answers! That bullying experience is harsh! I’m surprised as well that the teacher didn’t twig to it, but there were always some bad teachers, whatever grade one was in. I loved the hair color choice. I think I answered (commented) on that blog where you put it out there and I said there that I liked deep purple or any dark color actually, but that I looked dead if I tried them on. Seriously dead. Have a pleasant week!

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    1. Back in the day, we were supposed to suck it up and not be a baby when being “teased”. Bullying wasn’t a thing unless they beat you up for your lunch money every day. Even then, some adults considered it part of the whole “being a kid” experience.

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