Grab and Run for Fire

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”

I actually find this one hard.   My wallet would be one thing for my id stuff.  A jacket.  Some money.  Maybe a bottle of water so I have something to drink incase I don’t have money.  I would like to save my computer and crafting stuff but that can be replaced.  A teddy bear or 2 I think.   I would say photo albums but they are all in storage closet piled up high.  So wrestling with boxes while a fire is going is not appropriate.   Most importantly me and my kitties.  Nothing else is important enough to risk my life over.   Oh my medication would be a good one cause it might take a while to replace while waiting for insurance to kick in.  I might but not likely I would think of a book so I have something to do.   I’m not saying my memories are not important by my life is more important than a photo or piece of jewelry.  And I can’t say “hey fire wait a minute while I unplug and grab my computer”.   I also might think to take my tablet with me.    I think that’s it.


“New Skin” I Like Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Skin.”

So I saw the question proposed to us in the prompt and I asked myself if I would want to be anyone else but me.   My response – Hell No.   I’ve spent all this time improving me and getting to know me and like myself that I am quite satisfied just being me.   I like me.  I’m a good person with a good and kind heart and 2 adorable kitties.   I thought about if I’d like to be one of my friends.  But, I don’t want to be either male or in their shoes.   I don’t want their issues and problems and day-to-day stuff.   I like what I do and I have my own set of problems that I can handle.  Their problems are ment for them to handle not me.  I have my own luggage to deal with and I think I’m handling it just fine.   I don’t want different hobbies or habits, because I’m I’m happy with the ones I have already.  Yes there are things I want to improve and tweak about me but it doesn’t mean I want to be someone else.

Okay sometimes I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to be a guy for like 24 hours to see how they think and feel and cope with things.   And yah I’d want to know what it’s like to have a penis and it orgasms feel different to a guy compared to a girl and wonder if it’s stronger or just different.  I know silly eh?  I’m sure if a guy had boobs for 24 hours they would want to see how they feel as well.  Now they will know how much they hurt your back and are sometimes more annoying than they are worth.  LOL.

But this year I am going work on me, because, I want to.  Because I want to become a outragiously awesome cool person that I’m pleased with and happy to know.  I think I’m getting to the point that if I had an exact double I’d want to be friend with them.   We all have our quirks and I’d probably drive myself nuts too, but I’d still think I’m a good person.

So who do you see when you look in the mirror?

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