Furry Companions

What is good about having a pet? Having a pet is quite the experience, one you probably won’t regret. Animals have feelings, and showcase them just like humans. I feel that pets/animals are vulnerable because they are dumb (meaning, they cannot speak) and they are aware of this. While humans try hiding their vulnerabilities, animals…

Science, Please

What was your favorite subject in school? My all time favorite subject was science. It never explained any of its theories, and I enjoyed pondering about that. Topics that made sense – isotopes, nuclear energy, dispersion after either a leak or bombing, and scientific methods, with me completely hating math yet excelling in this area….

Old Money

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? I’m what’s known as old money, and wouldn’t be so if I touched it. This isn’t to brag, it’s to make a point. So the risk is doing necessary paperwork, and filing to have the money. And I’m not certain that’s…

Civility

What makes a good neighbor? From loud music no one wants to hear, to the laundry rooms being completely destroyed. I have huddled away into my home, and seldom speak to anyone. When I was growing up, the neighborhood of my origin was a lot kinder. The adults gave us food, yelled at us for…

Never Growing Up

I find this topic interesting. A lot reading may disagree. Physically growing up has priority over spiritual evolution. The flesh is far more ragged…and susceptible to aging, that’s obvious. If you are choosing suits over jeans, good for you! It’s not a determining factor. Those willing to diminish societal ideals of what growth is are…

Putting Out Little Fires

This has been mentioned in previous prompt answers, and it still stands. Typically, I am open and loving, so I feel both parties should express themselves. I never thought anyone would take advantage of that – using that time to insult and attempt to mentally degrade the other person, but it happens. When there isn’t…

Perceptions of the Clouded Mind

The world through my teenage eyes appeared as carnage, disguised as teaching. I had an art teacher in high school who was an absolute terror. I, of course, signed up for art class because I am an artist. I had no direction, just pure, untamed talent. To illustrate what the eyes can see is one…