Question of the day.

Hi! πŸ™‚

Here’s my question for you guys. πŸ™‚

What was the last item you purchased?

My answer:

An Audible book, I guess.

You? πŸ™‚

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Question of the day.

Hi guys! πŸ™‚

Have you experienced any minor annoyances today?

My answer:

Well, the last couple of weeks hasn’t been particularly easy for me and I’ve had a lot of particularly low depression, and now a lot of anxiety. Overall I guess things aren’t bad, on the outside, so I can’t think of any external minor annoyances that would be major enough to actually mention them, but my brain is not very cooperative at all and all messed up, and I could say that’s what annoys me the most. Just every single thing stresses me out or I overthink it for what feels like ages and can’t stop it.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi guys! πŸ™‚

This is my question for you today:

When was the first time you remember feeling really angry?

My answer:

I generally wasn’t the type of a child that would easily get angry, not in my very early years anyway, later it started to look a bit different, when I would bottle it all up and then my brain would suddenly throw it all out at once and I’d feel out of control, but when I was very small I remember I was actually wondering why people get so angry so often about everything, and how do they do it, like as if I didn’t even know how to be properly angry. πŸ˜€ Yet my very first childhood memory is all about anger. The first thing in my life that I remember is when Olek was born. I was 2 then, and some people tried to persuade me that children don’t remember things at that young age, but, well, turns out that I do, at least this one thing, maybe because of how intense it felt. Mum was in the hospital, and me and Dad came to visit her. I remember clearly when we came in to the hospital and then we were in a very creaky lift and I was a bit scared because I felt dizzy in it. Mum was on her own in the hospital room and we were both very happy to see each other. Olek, like me and Zofijka, was born through C-section, and she showed me her belly, and I saw the wound and all, it looked horrid, and I remember she had a big needle close to her tummy, I don’t even know what it was for, but, at least then, it looked huge to me and it was all just awful, and I was feeling absolutely, seriously mad at that horrible creature who did that to her, I think good for him that he wasn’t there. I was mad at him for hurting my Mummy, and for taking her away from me. I don’t remember anymore of that, but when me and Olek were kids, we weren’t really like typical siblings – yes we played a bit with each other, and yes we argued like all siblings, especially sisters and brothers do, but I didn’t really like him at all, and I didn’t feel anything positive towards him, I was indifferent to him at best. – And, while I don’t remember those things, my parents recall that I would often come over to him and start to beat him with something, or wouldn’t let him play with me or with my things, or wouldn’t talk to him etc. I was real nasty to him. And we still don’t really have much of a relationship at all, which kinda sucks, and is definitely weird, and we both feel pretty awkward around each other and mostly only talk casually. But I no longer beat him, I’d be afraid to do that as he’s at least 30 cm taller than me. πŸ˜€ And it’s not that we don’t like each other now, just don’t have a close bond I guess. But while it seems slightly weird, especially given that I have a much more strong bond with Zofijka who is 10 years younger than me, I guess not all siblings have to have a great relationship.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people. πŸ™‚

Here’s my question for you:

What was the name of your first pet?

My answer:

Hm… It’s kinda difficult to think what my first pet actually was. As I’ve written some time earlier this year, my whole life we’ve always had lots of animals around. I guess there never was a time that we wouldn’t have aquarium fishes for example, though those have never had names. The first dog I remember we had when I was a very little child was called UgryΕΊ (which means Bite), he was a rotweiler and was really protective of us but not really quite as aggressive as his name would suggest, not as far as I know. At the same time we also had two other dogs that were theoretically my uncle’s, one was named Mona, and the other was Lisa, and they were both mad and scary and everyone was scared of them. But I didn’t have any special bond with UgryΕΊ,, even though I liked him, and of course definitely not with Mona and Lisa. The first dog we had that I actually really had some bond with was Figa (Fig), but I also don’t know if I’d call her specifically my pet. She lived on the backyard, where my immediate family, as well as my grandparents and Mum’s sisters with her families lived, so Figa was all of our families’ dog, and at that time I was mostly at the boarding school so didn’t hang out with her very very much. The first pet that lived with us in the house was Kiki – he was a mixed-bred cat whom our grandma got from one of her clients who couldn’t keep him anymore, so my Mum took him. Kiki was a lovely and loyal cat, but I don’t even remember much of him, other than he liked to sleep at my Dad’s feet, even though my Dad hated him, and that he was very much afraid of the outside world, even looking out of the window was scary for him, and that I closed him on the terrace for the whole night and there was snow there, it wasn’t on purpose of course. πŸ˜€ I can also remember Zofijka dancing around the kitchen with Kiki in her arms, holding him by the neck. πŸ˜€ And that would be about everything. He was nice, but I wasn’t bonded with him at all, and was mostly at school when he was with us. So, my first proper pet, that I can call mine, even though there have been pets in my life all the time, is Misha. And I am so very happy I have him. πŸ™‚

How about your first pet? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi guys! πŸ™‚

Today my question for you is:

When was the first time you drove a car?

My answer:

I could say that I come from a family of drivers. My Dad is a professional driver, he’s a tanker driver and delivers fuel, and he’s very interested in all things automotive and has always been. Same is with Olek, he would also like to be a tanker driver like Dad but he ended up being a car mechanic, well at least for now. My Mum was very much afraid of driving until she met Dad and got her driver’s licence, and then she simply couldn’t be afraid of driving anymore because otherwise their relationship wouldn’t last too long. πŸ˜€ She had to drive Dad to and from work, and he definitely expected her to do that, she still has to actually, and I suppose he just couldn’t live with someone that would be ignorant about such obvious things like driving a car. My Mum though is not the kind of sweet little woman who needs and wants to be taken care of and prefers to be autonomous, so she is very glad that she got rid of her fear of driving and she is a very good driver and knows a lot about cars and such. There have been also many other situations in our family that woould have been much much more difficult, if not impossible to manage if Mum wouldn’t be able to drive. When Mum was pregnant with Zofijka, she was joking that she will definitely give birth to a driver, because she was driving so much at the time and spending lots of time in the car. While it’s too early to say anything for sure, it’s kinda hard to imagine for me now that Zofijka, as autonomous and no-nonsense as she is could not drive. She already has a very good idea about it for a girl her age, and likes to criticise daft drivers and comment on how everyone on the road is driving and such. And that’s probably why, even though I am blind, I ended up driving once. As a little kid, I would often sit on my Dad’s or grandad’s lap on the driver’s seat and they would show me very basically how you drive, or we would drive short distances together with Dad or I would sit in the front seat in grandad’s car while he’d drive and I’d change the gears for him when he told me to, as he taught me how to do that. Not that I was equally interested in all that stuff as my Dad or Olek, I wasn’t at all, but that was just kinda funny. But the actual situation where I actually ended up driving on my own happened in the morning after my 18th birthday. My online friend – Jacek from Helsinki – who was back then still Jacek from Silesia – came to save me because my Mum was doing a really big birthday party for me. It was his idea, but I was scared of all the socialising and stuff, so I was happy that at least I would have Jacek there, he was really good at chatting to people and would shift all the attention from me to his very eccentric self. So, the morning after the party, we were going to a couple places in Jacek’s car before he had to go, I was sitting beside him, we had Zofijka on the back seat too, and I don’t even remember now how but somehow we ended up talking about driving, driver’s licences and such. And then when we were already on our backyard, crazy Jacek came up with a crazy idea that he’ll show me how to drive. I was a real chicken and didn’t want to, but finally we decided to go with that. As I said I had already some idea about driving from what my Dad and grandad taught me, and Jacek was assisting me and giving me instructions. It was very funny and a lot of adrenaline, but I was also terribly scared. We were on our backyard, and Jacek was telling me what to do so it was (relatively) safe but I was freaking out that something scary will happen. Thankfully it was OK and Jacek and Zofijka said I drove pretty well so I guess that must be genes. πŸ˜€ And my family were shocked seeing me drive. Jacek even recorded a video of that and I guess I still have it somewhere. πŸ˜€

So, when was your first time driving? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hey hey people! πŸ™‚

My question for you today is the following:

What was the first major purchase you made with your own money?

My answer:

Misha! Mum helped me a bit but I paid most so, at least in practical terms, I’m his owner. I’ve never regretted that purchase, obviously, and generally, I think it was the best one in my life.

How about you? πŸ™‚