First of all, belated happy birthday wishes to my American blogging friends. I got up this morning to the tragic news of another shooting. I am sorry for the loss of life and injuries. How I wish that America was like a model railway and “the big hand from the sky” could just come and take all the guns away. It doesn’t feel as if you are ever going to manage it on your own.

Anyway on to the questions.

QUESTIONS

What do you think it means to be healthy?

I think that being healthy is probably the most important thing in life. If you don’t have your health you are more vulnerable if you are poor and even if you are rich you won’t enjoy your good fortune as much.

Is being obsessive about someone or something a good thing?

In some cases yes as long as it doesn’t get out of hand but in many cases no. I think about people who are obsessed with another person to the point where they want to control that person or won’t accept that their feelings are not returned. I think being obsessed with work or a hobby to the point where everything else is ignored is too much. It’s important to strike a balance in life.

For example it is a good thing to be obsessive about cleanliness but not to the point where you become afraid to touch anything or anyone unless it/they have been disinfected. Some obsessions are harmless if a bit annoying. I think that perhaps it is a word that is not always used correctly though. I, and other collectors could be called obsessive or even hoarders but most of us are not. I love dolls but I am not obsessed with them.

After a disagreement with your S.O., do you initiate the makeup conversation or wait for your S.O. to do it?

I think it was usually me because I hate conflict. Sometimes I would hold out longer if I was really mad.

Have you ever done something incredibly embarrassing in front of a huge crowd?  Feel free to share details or not.  Some things are best left in the closet..
No. But if I had I wouldn’t tell. 🙂

GRATITUDE SECTION (As always, optional)

What’s your sweetest memory from childhood?

Sometimes when I had done well at school mum would buy me a book as a gift. She would sometimes pretend it was from a secret admirer. I knew it was her because she always wrote a note on the inside cover.