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Paul’s Daily Half-Dozen for August 19, 2018

Which bugs you the most: A backache or a headache?

Have you ever romantically loved two or more people at once?

Who is your best friend, and what is he or she like?

Which would you choose: Murder an innocent person or die yourself?

How far apart in age must two people be before they can no longer romantically love each other?

How old were you when you learned to drive?

6 thoughts on “Paul’s Daily Half-Dozen for August 19, 2018”

  1. Which bugs you the most: A backache or a headache? Headache

    Have you ever romantically loved two or more people at once?
    Yes, unfortunately that happens all the time

    Who is your best friend, and what is he or she like?
    I don’t have a best friend. But if I had to pick someone, I’d pick my twin sister. She’s the complete opposite of me, but she’s very easy to talk to.

    Which would you choose: Murder an innocent person or die yourself?
    Die myself.

    How far apart in age must two people be before they can no longer romantically love each other? Maybe around 25?

    How old were you when you learned to drive?
    When I first sat down at the wheel when I was 16, right away I realized I would never be able to control a car. Maybe I’ll swallow my fear when I’m older, but for now I just use public transportation.

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  2. ACHES: Backache, though this is mostly contextual. Headaches come and go in a day for me, whereas back pain is a constant, limiting ailment of mine. If I got migraines such as I have known others to suffer, I’m certain that might call my answer into question.

    ROMANCE: Nope! I’m not usually the most stereotypical Scorpio guy, but I do play to form in the bedroom. You get ALL of me or none at all, and I expect the same of my partner. I am old enough and experienced enough to be realistic about the fact that most people fall in love more than once in their lifetime. But persnickety enough to refuse to be put to one side in such cases.

    BEST FRIEND: I have a lot of best friends! I will share about two of them.

    Jake is an English teacher-turned-software-engineer, who lives up on a mountain overlooking a big desert. He is a perpetually lost soul with a good heart, who looks after his own with a quiet passion. Loves the cinema, a love he passed on to me when we were college roommates. Cool and logical in temperament, he never became bitter or cynical toward life, and there’s the heart of a romantic beating down in there beneath his passive face. It’s the part that fell in love with James Joyce, and for that matter his wife.

    Meaghan is the mother of godson. She was born out of time, should have been around for the hippie heyday where she would have fit in perfectly. Born to be unquestionably herself in all circumstances, whether or not it works out well for her. She likes to befriend lost souls like Jake and me, and breathe life into us. She never orders off a menu without making a half dozen alterations. She is always wearing at least one item that turns the head of strangers. She hums nonsensically, and laughs at jokes that no one else gets, but can turn suddenly serious and give you the best of advice when you really need it.

    DEATH: I know what I would like to think, certainly! But no one really knows until they are actually in that situation. I’ve talked to enough refugees to know that no one believes they are the type to smother a crying baby to avoid being shot by communist soldiers, until they do and they are. Adrenaline does some screwed up things to a person. Even a “good person”.

    AGE: There’s no such thing. Anyone can fall in love. But (as always in love) capacity to fall in love does not mean it won’t be a social disaster to do so! If the age gap becomes significant, you’d better be ready to face a life of ostracism from there on out, and not everyone has the constitution for that sort of thing.

    DRIVING: I learned how to drive, technically speaking, at fifteen years of age, getting my license at the customary age. It wasn’t a skill that I liked or actually used very much, though, until I moved to Colorado and needed to drive to get anywhere.

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  3. Who makes up these questions? Is it that lurking pirate friend of yourn?

    Which bugs you the most: A backache or a headache?
    Backache, definitely. Don’t get headaches often unless that pesky pirate is being pesky

    Have you ever romantically loved two or more people at once?
    Oh yes – from afar… but my heart belongs to “My Precious”

    Who is your best friend, and what is he or she like?
    Only one? I find different friends ‘ fit’ different niches. If I were to name just one it would have to be my an ex-work colleague. Sometimes we go for ages without seeing each other and just pick up as if it was yesterday. We have deep meaningfuls, laugh, cry, go out for long lunches, explore the cosmos,,,,,

    Which would you choose: Murder an innocent person or die yourself?
    Oh dear – I would like to think die.

    How far apart in age must two people be before they can no longer romantically love each other?
    No age limits

    How old were you when you learned to drive?

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  4. Which bugs you the most: A backache or a headache? I don’t get backaches so I don’t fear them. So I’d rather have that than a headache.

    Have you ever romantically loved two or more people at once? I’m in love with pretty much everybody all the time. This gets me in some trouble.

    Who is your best friend, and what is he or she like? I have several best friends (see above, in love with everybody). I would describe my sister, but she’s just like me, and I’ve sort of done that in that post about being at her house. Instead I’ll describe Hannah, who is my opposite. Hannah is very sweet, kind, compassionate person. She has a pet bearded dragon that her sister got for her that she doesn’t really want, and she worries about it being bored (remember, this is a lizard). She takes a month and a half and makes the most astounding Halloween costumes out of cardboard, duct tape, and acrylic paint. She’ll occasionally create strange little objects out of post-its and tape and pistachio nuts or what have you and leave them in places where I’ll find them. She has too many phones, too many dogs, too many sneakers, too many commitments. She’ll drive herself crazy answering phone calls or texts rather than risk hurting someone’s feelings. In art, she likes bright colors, fluffy things, chunky shapes. She has a radiant crooked smile and happy half-moon eyes. She is loyal and will grow incensed on behalf of a friend. Slapstick comedy, especially with absurd visuals, drive her to tears, and she laughs until she cries once or twice a week.

    Which would you choose: Murder an innocent person or die yourself? How can I say, without having been in that situation? If forced to an impulse I might take a life, but if I had time to think about it ahead of time, I like to hope that my better sentiments would prevail. It really depends on the situation, too.

    How far apart in age must two people be before they can no longer romantically love each other? Lol good one. I’ve been in a ten year relationship with a man thirty years my senior.

    How old were you when you learned to drive? uh, sixteen I think?

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