If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?

I never really take the time to think this kind of question through. I’m sure there are several people from throughout history who I would love to meet. A challenge, though, would be the language barrier.

If the language barrier wasn’t a problem I’d like to meet Leonardo Da Vinci. Not because I could learn anything about what he’s designed or built, but because I’d love to understand how he thinks and sees the world around him. What goes into his decision making? What logic, simple or complex, does he apply to day-to-day life? It would be fascinating to pick his brain about things that might have influenced him throughout his life!

The things we could learn from people if we stopped looking at them for their historical contributions, inventions, achievements, and looked at them as people. To really see the world through them.

Do you trust your instincts?

My instincts are overall okay at best, and I only say that because there are some areas of my life where I’m keenly in tune with what’s going on while other areas I could be completely oblivious. There’s a balance in there somewhere. I’m sure this applies to most everyone.

But there is also something to be said for knowing when to not trust your instincts because they’ve been consistently wrong in the past. Call it negative instinct, maybe. Getting to that stage sucks, because you have to experience the frustration, pain, and/or hardship for yourself to be able to recognize the gap.

If you can get there, then you can try to adjust your lifestyle or living situation to compensate for the gaps while maximizing the areas where your instincts are strongest. Then you can really say you trust your instincts.

For me, this all adds up to trusting my instincts when it comes to practical and necessary things, like driving. More often than not, I enjoy driving, and I can get to places fairly quickly/efficiently. Navigating by instinct through a busy city, knowing shortcuts and alternative routes for when you think a train or school bus will stop traffic. Those kinds of practical things.

Where I sometimes struggle with listening to instinct is dealing with people. At work I’m usually fine, because there are predictable expectations and people are there to do the work. You can anticipate things better. Outside of work? Well, if I have zero expectations, I can better anticipate things and listen to instinct when things are about to change. But if it’s romantic relationship stuff? I see better from the outside looking in and can help friends in that respect but I can’t seem to help myself. If it’s not straightforward and obvious, or I’m not being told explicitly something, then I miss the signs and my instincts never seem to kick in. So, now I just don’t put myself in those situations. If my friends want to play matchmaker then okay, but my instincts aren’t helping them help me.

That’s how I look at it, anyway, when I try to live by instinct.

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

I don’t know the last time I answered this kind of question. Typically, the question is about which season is a person’s favorite. Each season has its merits, and depending on where you live there are reasons to hate a season. But narrowing down to a specific month?

I don’t want to dig in too deep and analyze each month, because there is just too much going on. Every month has its own holidays, and each month is nationally, or internationally, recognized as standing for something important to people and society.

So instead of analyzing and picking apart months to weigh out which one is my favorite from a level that everyone could identify with, I’m going a simpler route.

July would be my favorite. It’s the first one that comes to mind because I feel like I have the strongest positive memories tied to it. Simple as that.

In my mind, July is the height of Summer. The heat. Grilling and barbecuing. Pools and sprinklers. Traveling and vacations. The smell of hot asphalt after the rain as I walked down the street to the convenience store for a cold soda. Walking from there to the other end of the tiny strip mall to the little family-owned, counter service only burrito place. Late night car rides with siblings to get fast food. I really could just go on. I’m sure there’s a lot of those things that happened in June or August, but my mind always connects them to the month of July.

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

I have a feeling that a lot of people, when presented with a question like this, are going to say places like the park or the museum, maybe even a restaurant/bar. Most likely, places where you can be around other people, because “people” are social by nature. That doesn’t mean EVERYONE is, because I’m definitely not that social and I know plenty of other people that are much the same.

So where IS my favorite place to go in my city? Home. I typically like to go home. Not to sound paranoid but home is controllable and safe. Like I mentioned in my answer to yesterday’s prompt, I don’t have to worry about making first impressions when I’m at home. I can also break from routine and just be a gremlin.

Primarily, though, home is where I can do the things that I want to do, like play video games, Magic: The Gathering with friends (see, there’s still part of me being social), or even experiment in the kitchen. Can’t exactly do those things elsewhere, at least not without some restrictions or requirements. I know there are places I can go to play Magic with other people, but I have to be honest…those places typically smell. I don’t like being judgmental, but if you’re in public and can be smelled from 40 feet away? No thanks.

So, home it is.

What’s the first impression you want to give people?

I have a love/hate relationship with attention. I don’t actively seek it out but I don’t try to hide either. It leaves me with mixed feelings about the first impression I want to regularly give off. It also affects your reputation, which can further compound on first impressions.

At work I like to just do my job, and do it well enough that people see me as competent, knowledgeable, and resourceful. Then I can build a reputation that people can trust me. This also conflicts with my earlier sentiment of not seeking out attention, because as much as I want to be helpful, I’m careful to not advertise my skills too much or else I’m liable to get too many requests for help with things that people are supposed to know how to do on their own (rather than taking the easy way out and just asking me.) It’s a challenge to balance.

Outside of work? I’m naturally reserved and keep to myself, which makes it easier to avoid attention. However, I still do have to interact with people at some point, so I do my best to be polite and offer a smile. This way I can hopefully give the first impression of being nice and courteous. Doing this has led me to believe a few different things. That I’m making a positive impact on them, or at the very least avoiding negative impact. They’re also more likely to return the courteousness, and people generally don’t look twice at you so you can just get on with your day without added attention. Unlike being negative, which seems to have a stronger impact/leaves a more memorable impression.

So, to summarize what the first impression I want to give people is that of a nice “background character” type, and not someone who constantly wants to be in the limelight.

What book are you reading right now?

I’m a fan of John Scalzi. I may not have read all of his books but I do own most of them (in digital and physical), and I also greatly enjoy and appreciate him as a person. Anyways, right now I’m reading his latest book “Starter Villain” and it is a lot of fun! I’ve enjoyed the subtle (and less subtle) jabs at the way the world economy works.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

It seems like every couple of months I see a question like this crop up, usually as part of discussions with friends on Twitch or Discord. A couple of my close friends and I agree on a few things that would be ideal (for us) to want to live somewhere. The only problem is, does a place exist anywhere in this world that checks all the boxes?

Some of us want to live in a little witchy looking cabin in the forest. Some of us want to live near water. We all still want access to high speed Internet. Sometimes the discussion takes a slight turn as more friends join and agree that they like those ideas, so we turn from being hermits to a small group of homes. Make our own little village. We’ve also joked about one of us getting a massive house and doing “Streamer House” because several of us stream on Twitch, and we think it would be a fun idea.

Now, coming back around to what my ideal place would be? If there is somewhere in this world, possibly in North America so I don’t have to move TOO far, it would need the following.

• Forest, probably something like the Pacific Northwest
• Next to a large lake
• Probably on a small mountain, to have a slightly elevated view of the lake
• Close enough to civilization that it’s just a short drive into town
• And of course that high speed Internet connection

Well, based on my criteria, it turns out there are several potential candidates in the United States! But they’re nowhere near me. Being centrally located, I’m in the Great Plains. All the areas I’m looking at? The Rocky Mountains are probably the closest I’ll get. If I omit the mountain part (which cuts out one of the criteria) I could probably get away with Minnesota or the Great Lakes areas. Of course, if I REALLY wanted to do this, I would need money. Most likely a lot of it.

Oh well. I can dream.

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

I can’t say that I recall randomly finding something cool (on the ground or otherwise) and then deciding to keep it. If I did, it was probably a tiny trinket of some kind that I eventually stowed away or lost.

That being said, “cool” is subjective. Some of you are probably going to read this next part and just nod your heads, others might find it more relatable and entertaining.

A long time ago, when my biological mom was still alive, my family would occasionally head to northern Washington and visit my mom’s side of the extended family. Some of my aunts and uncles liked to look for agates on hikes. I had only gone on these hikes a couple of times (probably because my aunt didn’t want to haul me around and babysit a seven or eight year old) but there was one time that I found an agate I thought was really cool. It wasn’t quite an inch long by half an inch wide. It was a deep purple color, with a touch of reddish purple on a small rounded point, and a thin vein of something in it. I fell in love with it immediately. My first agate! I was so excited I had finally found one, and I showed my aunt. She was happy for me, at the time, but I think she might have been a little jealous because I don’t recall if she had any luck finding anything that day.

A while later, I forget how long after I found it, but I was playing with that agate and admiring it when I showed it to another family member. They tried to convince me that the little vein in the rock was toxic and that for my own safety I shouldn’t have it. I didn’t believe them, of course, and being a kid I didn’t care either way. They never got their hands on it.

I had that rock with me for a long time. I even remember having it with me when my family moved to South Dakota, so I probably had it for close to 20 years. I lost it during one of my moves after college, and I still think about it from time to time. I never got it polished, keeping its exterior rough and unrefined, but I wish I hadn’t lost it. For all I know it’s still in my old bedroom back home. Maybe I should go root around in there next time I visit my dad. If I ever find it again I’ll share pictures.

What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

I’m sure for a lot of people there are things we could agree on that skipping it doesn’t hurt, and vice versa. Medications, for example, you don’t skip. Unless you forget. Like I did this morning with my intranasal spray. Oops!

Then there’s things I skip on purpose. Weekend rolls around, and I know I’m not leaving the house or need to be presentable? Shaving, and occasionally showering. Don’t get me wrong, skipping a shower can be gross. However, I have a strong sense of smell, so if I can smell myself? Right into the shower. My roommates might not notice, but I will. Shaving, though? Yea if I can skip shaving I will. Every so often I might consider letting the beard grow out, but I usually am okay skipping on my days off, especially if there are three more in a row. Just like next week with American Thanksgiving. If I look okay enough on Wednesday, I’ll consider skipping shaving before work and just look a smidge more rugged, because then I can skip shaving for five days!

I’m sure many people can relate to that, right?