Question of the day.

Pick one:

a) I often read/watch the news and keep up with politics.

b) I sometimes bother with that stuff.

c) I very rarely bother with that stuff.

d) Ugh! Get it away from me.

e) Other – pls expand.

My answer:

I’d say something between A and B, because although I am not crazy about the news and watching them or reading them isn’t a part of my daily routine or anything, but still we talk a lot of politics at my home and I try to keep up with politics and don’t think about it as “bothering myself” with it, because I think that it’s something that regards all of us and we are responsible for how our countries/the world is ruled and who does it on our behalf and should be at least minimally involved in it.

I may not be up to date with everything or have a formed opinion on every political affair, but I don’t avoid this topic like hell as some people do, and I sometimes like having conversations with people on that, as long as they can express their views politely and as long as I can do it not being driven crazy by them only repeating what others say or being actually ignorant. πŸ˜›

I usually read the news online as I think that the Internet is very often most objective as it’s not owned by anyone with speciffic views who would impose them to those who write there. There might be of course news that are not authentic or not verified, therefore, especially if something interests me more, I usually try to verify the information on other websites.

I also listen to the news in our public radio, which is pretty objective too in most cases, and I like to compare them sometimes with what they say in Sveriges Radio or BBC, or anywhere else I can understand, my Mum, who is much more interested in politics, is always jealous that I can do it, as she is a monoglot. πŸ˜€

Sometimes I also watch or read the news somewhere that I know they have completely different opinions than me, just to know what they’re thinking, to make laugh of it and sometimes to simply feel pissed off. πŸ˜€ I usually do it with my Mum. πŸ˜€

How about your habits in this field? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you like picnics? If yes, what would you take on your picnic?

My answer:

Picnics… hmm, in theory, yeah, it sounds nice. But in practice… is it really so cool to have to keep all the possible bugs and insects off your food all the time? Plus I don’t have the best associations with picnics, because all of those in which I’ve taken part took place when I was at the boarding school and I never liked them. Either my group was going with the staff somewhere to have a picnic or a full bivouac and simply have fun, and as I’ve never felt truly like a part of them I never knew what to actually do with myself on such occasions, just didn’t feel well at all at those picnics and I felt like the atmosphere at them is so artificially joyful that it really bothered me and made me literally nauseous. Don’t know whether it really was artificial or not, anyway that was how I felt about it back then. Or there were large events organised for the whole school and called picnics, where lots of people, even famous people were coming and there were lots of things happening. I felt even more like not in the right place at the latter. I think if I could go on a picnic with the company I would really like and felt comfortable around, it could be real fun, but not the first activity I would think about when thinking how to spend time with someone I like. I think I have too much bad experience with picnics to be able to say I like them, and too little experience overall to say I don’t like them at all and that I would never take part in one again if I got a chance.

Question of the day (10th May).

Do you like to draw? If yes, what do you like to draw? And if not, have you ever liked drawing?

My answer:

No, I am not a fan of it. For some people maybe even just asking a blind person if she likes to draw may seem weird and pointless, but it isn’t really. I know blind people who actually like to draw. There is some specialised stuff that makes it possible, including thick foils on which you can simply draw with a pen or a pencil or whatever and you get a tactile graphic. This is mostly used at schools for purposes like geometry, physics or other incredibly boring stuff, such things tend to generally be pretty expensive, and not used so much for art purposes, but why not.

For me though drawing is no fun. First of all, I usually can’t do it properly without some assistance because of my coordination issues and stuff, and I don’t like doing things with which I have to rely almost completely on others, ’cause it’s just boring and the work isn’t really mine. Another reason is that at least in my school all these foils and other specialised drawing tools were usually used as I said for more scientific purposes, which made it even more boring and didn’t really allow me to learn how to draw artistically. Therefore I haven’t drawn anything in like four years already and don’t think I’ll ever come back to it as I’m graduating and have never drawn anything outside of school.

I did however draw with Zofijka when she was younger, but I did it without any specialised tools, just in her colouring book, simply to make her laugh. That was fun, but not something I really really liked and would like to do often, it’s rather boring when you have no idea what actually you’re drawing and where. πŸ˜€

So no, I don’t like drawing, and I never liked it before.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (9th May).

Five names you like, but would never use?

My answer:

Well this is such a complex topic, so let me expand it a little bit. Hm, we can look at this questions in two ways in my case, ’cause I just have so many favourite names from various cultures. I would never use most of them in Poland, while for example if I lived in an English-speaking country, even being Polish myself, I would probably hesitate giving a Polish first name to my child that is difficult to use outside of Poland.

But well, since I live in Poland and don’t plan to change it in the near future, let’s look at this from the Polish perspective.

a few years ago there has been a new law set here, regarding baby names. Before, the baby naming law was pretty strict here, it wasn’t like in English-speaking countries or some others. The name for your child had to indicate their gender (so for girl it had to end with a, as most of feminine nouns end in a in Polish, there are some exceptions that have been widely known or used for ages as feminine names like Beatrycze (Beatrice), Rut (Ruth), Carmen, Ines, Michelle, Doris or Nicole, and yes, no unisex names!, for most people over here even an idea of a unisex name still seems to be a little confusing or even ridiculous), it couldn’t be ridiculing – and the civil registration clerk or however such person is actually called was deciding about whether the name is ridiculing or not, and what may be even more shocking for some, apart from some exceptions they couldn’t be diminutives. Also, because Polish is a phonetic language and actually everything is pronounced how it’s spelled and phonetic rules are always the same, not as changeable as in English for example, there was also a rule that names should be written according to Polish spelling rules so that a child wouldn’t have to explain everyone how their name is spelled and so that everyone seeing it written would know how to say it. So some clerks would have the right to question whether the child can actually be called Nicole, because the way it’s spelled, in Polish it should be pronounced nee-TSAW-le, which sounds weird, doesn’t it? πŸ˜€ Besides, giving your child more than two names was also rather not possible. These rules wouldn’t regard children of mixed couples or citizenship.

However, since a few years, the laws aren’t so strict. Now, parents can freely choose almost any foreign name they’d like. You also don’t have to choose the name indicating your child’s gender, so you can freely call your daughter Krzysztof, and your son Anna, if you only fancy. You still can’t choose more than two names though, but you can use nicknames.

That being said, although I think it’s good that people now have more freedom in naming their children, as it paradoxically seems to decrease the amount of weird names given to children, I personally would rather stick to some rules, just to make my child’s name fit here.

While I believe in erudition and intelligence of my compatriots and that they know that Jessica should be spelled JES-i-k? and not yes-SEE-tsah, I also think that not everyone has to be a name/linguistics nerd and know how to pronounce such names like KΓ€rstin. There are lots of beautiful names, so why make your child unhappy naming them with a name that no one around can spell/pronounce correctly? That can be really frustrating, I believe. Unisex names can be something really cool, but since they’re still not really popular here, I wouldn’t rather think about naming my child with a name used for the opposite gender, the more that although there are some English unisex names I like for either both genders or for the gender that it’s rarely used, I still prefer to use names traditionally, rather not calling boys Elizabeth and girls Richard. πŸ˜€ Also, my personal opinion is that often such very extravagant, very foreign names with Polish surnames sound a little pretentious or even snobbish. My surname isn’t indigenously Polish, but anyway, I wouldn’t like my child to be perceived snobbish, even though I like for example the name Liselotte. I could use it for a book character, not necessarily my own baby.

Then there’s the thing with nicknames. I love lots of cute nicknames, but most often it is so that I much prefer them as a nickname of a longer name, than a name itself. It just looks more classy. And gives us more possibilities. Look at one of my favourite English nicknames – Lizzie. You give it to your daughter as a full name. And how can you call her? Lizzie, Liz, maybe Liza… but that’s pretty much all about it. You can get bored of it quickly, plus if your Lizzie will want to think about some really serious job, like, dunno, being a scientist, just Lizzie will look a little bit unprofessional. That’s my opinion. ANd now look at ELizabeth. At home she can be Lizzie, at school – Ellie, Ella for her boyfriend, ELizabeth at her job, Lisa for people from other countries, Betsy for her grandparents, etc. whatever comes to mind. Isn’t that much much more creative?!

Plus, the rule about ridiculing names was very reasonable imo. That takes a lot of responsibility off the shoulders of people who are unexperienced with names and don’t really know what they want from the name of their kid. Often people think that giving their child a distinguishing name will make the child successful, but the effect might be just the opposite, and very distinguishing names can be also ridiculing. There is a website of The Council Of Polish Language, they just give opinions about names, or were giving when the laws were more strict. And oh gosh if you could see loads and loads of just so ridiculous names that people were asking for opinions on. TO give you a few examples – Kermit, Strawberry, Legia (Legia Warsaw is the name of a Polish football team)…

So finally, I think I would try to not be too strict or narrow-minded in choosing names for my kids, but also would still try to adjust to the Polish culture and I think I’d like to go at least a bit with the tradition.

I was mentioning some names, most of which were just examples, I do like KΓ€rstin and Liselotte, but they’re not my most favourites. So here’s the list of the 5 non Polish names I would never use living here for my baby, but could take into consideration in different conditions.

1. Jack (because we have Jacek here, which isn’t the same etymologically, but looks and feels quite the same, plus, because people here have a very annoying and for me weird habit of pronouncing it as Jeck. Grrrrrrrrrrrr I hate it! I can’t understand it at all.)

2. Melissa (it could be perfectly usable and ait’s beautiful, but it doesn’t have any history here and the only thing it would be associated is the plant and its sedative effects, plus I have an inkling most people would think it’s very snobbish. Not like I would care so much personally, but wouldn’t like people to think this way about my kid).

3. Evangeline (too strong association with the Gospel, which is called Ewangelia in Polish, it would look a little bit sanctimonious on a daily basis, I’m afraid, no matter if spelled Evangeline, Evangelina or Ewangelina, plus pronouncing issues, as there are actually two ways to pronounce it here, with hard or soft G, and both are correct).

4. Misha (I guess obvious πŸ˜€ but really, I wanted to call my child so, Misha is such a cool name. For either gender, but paradoxically more usable for a boy here, because of Russian associations, Misha Barton doesn’t seem to be popular over here, I suppose, although I’m not an expert as for that).

5. Oisin (also pretty obvious, it’d be troublesome in any part of the world except for Ireland, or so I guess. And there are so many Irish, Scottish, Welsh and Cornish names for both genders I’d love to use, but that would be completely inappropriate here).

Very curious to see your favourite but not usable names. πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What were/are your favourite classes at school – and were the ones you liked most the same as the ones you were best at?

My answer:

It is hard to think about any classes that I really liked. I liked Polish as a language, same as English, but had become discouraged to it both as school classes fairly quickly, as they were both so very boring and I rarely was learning on them something I thought could be really interesting or useful. Most of my English skills are actually self-taught and I don’t feel like any of the schools I’ve been going to has taught me much more really useful things than basics. I’ve been very good at both Polish and English though, slightly better at English.

Then there were German classes when I was in primary and secondary. It isn’t one of my favourite languages, like I mean in my top favourites, so I didn’t feel as motivated as with English, but I still do like the language and was fairly good at it, but OMG it was so incredibly boring, plus most of the classes were actually completely wasted because of my classmates, who were mostly boys at that time, with whom the teacher couldn’t cope at all. And I feel like she wasn’t the best at explaining things either. When I left the school for the blind where I spent most of my childhood and school time, I had one year of individual learning until I started the school from which I’m graduating now, and during that year I finally happened to have a cool and concrete German teacher and I really enjoyed having lessons with her and learning German. But as I said I was never particularly motivated to this language so I just left it after I was finished with individual learning and now I can barely understand someone speaking German, not to mention my own speaking skills.

I kinda liked art at the school for the blind, but only because our art teacher was incredible and was one of the very few people I was getting along somehow more naturally there and who genuinely liked me despite I sucked at her subject as much as it’s only possible. She was a very warm and creative person and she understood it that I need much more assistance with doing arts stuff and some things are just nearly impossible for me to do because of my coordination issues and other stuff and didn’t make much of a deal about it. It was her who actually discovered my writing skills even though her subject wasn’t about writing at all and we had kinda unwritten agreement. She was helping me with technical stuff a lot, often just making what we had to do during the class for me to make it faster and more efficiently, while my task was writing. Like I was writing poems for all the students’ mums or other people so that they could have them on their cards or other gifts if they didn’t have much creativity in writing themselves, I was making up some slogans for posters, stories to get along with different art works etc. and although it was something I was doing more of duty than pleasure, I was glad I still had something to do and that she was so understanding.

So overall I don’t think I could say I had any really favourite class. I was OK at most of the classes but not passionate about anything.

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

You magically have an entirely free couple of hours in the evening, all to yourself, and you can do these things. Pick one:

a) exercise of some kind followed by a long relaxing shower/bath

b) go out to a bar/pub/restaurant with friend(s).

c) Do something else with friend(s) – acinema/theatre/music, just hanging out.

d) watch telly/read/Internet.

e) do some chores/domestic stuff of some kind.

f) other – pls expand.

My answer:

Almost all my evenings look like D and I like it this way, so I’m gonna pick D. However I may not have anything against B or the more C if I had someone to do these things with, but not too often definitely.

What would be your choice? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you like going for walks for pleasure – i.e. not just getting from A to B? If yes, what’s your favourite walk?

My answer:

I go for walks with my Mum when we both can, but for me it’s more about staying fit than really for pleasure. I mean, I like it, but it’s not something I would think about just to make myself a pleasure. It also happens that we go for a walk when I feel particularly overloaded and we both can do it, it often helps me to refresh my brain and feel a bit more settled.

As my Mum calls it, we usually “spin around the chimney” so just walk hereabouts. We have the park very close to our house so we often go there. But sometimes when we have more time and feel like it we can even go for a walk across the entire town, and that’s cool too.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Which of these describes the average state of your home/room/place of residence? (no judgment attached to these, not from me anyway).

a) very neat and clean, with minimal stuff

b) reasonably neat and clean, but with plenty of stuff c) clean but messy

d) just messy

e) other – pls expand.

My answer:

Definitely C right now, and most of the time. I like it this way though. I am not a perfectionist and I like to be messy if it doesn’t disturb my life in any way and if I am a creator of the mess ’cause otherwise it’s annoying obviously ’cause when someone else makes a mess it’s much harder to get inside their brain and figure out where they could put something I need right now, So, well, my room is just like me. πŸ˜€ It’s fairly clean though because living in the dirt doesn’t seem as appealing as living in the mess, lus my Mum is an OCD (colloquially speaking, but wouldn’t be surprised if seriously too) so everything has to be clean, otherwise she’s unsettled and life is pointless. When someone was coming to me though, like my maths tutor or my Swedish teacher, my room was always at least B, but it was my Mum’s work.

How about your space? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you consider yourself a nurturer? Do you have a nurturing friend?

My answer:

Hm, that was a little bit tricky for me, since I felt like I hadn’t have very clear idea of what actually nurturer means. It’s because there’s no equivalent word for it in my native language which is Polish, so my idea of it was rather brief, just someone who nurtures, and the word nurture actually can’t be expressed in one word either, at least as far as I know. But I found a very interesting definition, not in any dictionary, but apparently there is a personality type based on MBTI, which is called nurturer and this is ISFJ. At least the site personalityperfect.com calls this type the nurturer. I did the MBTI test only once and not very carefully but it says I’m INFP, but I used their description of ISFJ to see if I can consider myself as a nurturer.

They say nurturers are philanthropic, altruistic and generous, to put it simply. I don’t know if I’d call myself philanthropic, rather not, but I think I am generous and I like to help people if I can. I used to be a real altruist like REAL, as is my Mum, but I’ve noticed it isn’t always the very best thing to do, so I try to be reasonably altruistic, although as in many other interpersonal situations it’s often hard for me to deduce where actually the middle is and where the extremes begin, but I’m learning with time, I believe.

They say that: “The people and things they believe in will be upheld and supported with enthusiasm and unselfishness.” Well, I try to be supportive towards people whom I believe in and I quickly engage in their lives and am always happy with their successes, as for things, everyone who knows me a bit knows that if I’m into something, I am always way too enthusiastic about it, which is the more hard for other people to stand that I have a lot of interests, so a lot of things to be enthusiastic about, which at times is just the only thing that keeps me motivated when both my mood and energy are so low that otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to move my finger, which really saves me.

They say they’re warm and kind-hearted. Well I don’t think many people would say I’m warm, in fact I’ve heard either directly or via some other kind individuals that I am frosty or even icy, and I think they’re right because after so many years of stifling emotions it has become damn hard for me to release tem even when I am just with myself not to mention with other people. I try to seem as warm and emotional as I can though. As for kind-hearted, um, yeah, I guess I have the genes for it as my family consists of incredibly kind-hearted and sensible people, but I’d rather leave it for others to say, as I think no one can be objective about themselves in this case.

“They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people’s feelings.” I do value harmony in my environment and surroundings a lot, I do value harmony in music even more, as for cooperation – emmmmmm well naaah, I’m not for it at all, well I wouldn’t be like rebellious if I’d have to cooperate with you and I’d try to do my best for me and for our team, but I’ve never liked cooperating and had never been good at cooperation, I was always either the one who let all the others do everything just doing my job as quickly as possible to be free from it, or I was the “leader” doing everything for everyone to not have to communicate with them too much, I am oversensitive for other people’s feelings, which can have its advantages, but often sucks, which I think every empath with a lot of imagination and interest in others would confirm. I am not only sensitive to their emotions, but also sometimes to how they feel physically, like it often happened when my Mum had period I just felt kind of like I had it too, even though mine was just gone. πŸ˜€ That’s so weird.

They say nurturers are considerate – um, I guess I am, – and bring out the best in others – not sure.

So that’s all about the nurturers, and I think I can say that overall I am a nurturer.

As for friends, yes, I do know lots of people who would fit these “criteria”. First of all my Mum, who is definitely my friend (my Mum is an ISFJ!!!), one of my blind Polish friends who had just a heart of gold despite having a total hell of life herself. Since like a year I’ve made a lot of friends in mental health communities, particularly on email lists, and now here on WordPress, and I see a lot of people everywhere whom I could call nurturing. And then there is my best friend, about whom I’m actually not sure anymore if we’re still best friends since he seems to decide to not keep n touch with me anymore, though I don’t know any reason for it, we haven’t written or talked together for almost half year now but I still do think about him as my best friend even just because I got used to it so much. Anyway, I could see a lot of traits in him that would match the above very well. So I think he is a nurturer, even if nurturers don’t usually end their relationships out of the blue, but as I said I don’t know his point of view, so don’t want to base my opinion just on my feelings. I also had to cut off all the contact with some people in the past so I don’t think I have the right for judging him, even if from my perspective he hadn’t have any reason to do it.

OK, so how about you? And your friends? Feel free to use this description of nurturer I used, or any other definition, however you want to answer this. πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you ever use the self-checkout whe you go grocery shopping? Do you use your own bags?

My answer:

As for the self-checkout, it really depends. We have a few small grocery stores in my area, and in most of them there is no self-checkout. If there is any or if we grocery shop in a bigger store, we usually use it, but it’s not a rule or anything.

As for the bags, no, we don’t use our own for groceries.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What is the most backhanded “compliment” anyone has ever given you?

My answer:

This is an incredibly hard question for me, so that I’m not even sure I’ll be able to give you a concrete and unequivocal answer. I’ve always had a huge issue with compliments and that was one of those many things that have finally led me to the conclusion I may really have AVPD. As most people, I’ve received quite a lot of compliments on different things, and usually was happy about it ’cause well who doesn’t like when they appreciate you/what you did. But usually it has always been so that the more something matters to me, the more I want this compliment someone told me to be true, the more I feel like it isn’t. My inner critic is driven crazy and – sometimes very loudly and emphatically, sometimes in a low and sarcastic voice, somewhere in the background, deep down in my mind – desperately tries to convince me that they said it just to said something, or because they’re nice, or because they maybe would tell it to anyone in the same situation, or maybe just because they don’t know the truth and think what they said is true, or insert any other excuse here. But what I hate the most is when my mind tries to convince me that what they told me was just ambiguous and sarcastic and what they really meant is simply the opposite of what they said. While I generally like sarcasm and using it and sarcastic conversations with some people and, at least while with others, I think I have quite a lot of distance to myself and to everything and the ability to laugh off actually anything, I hate it when I get this feeling that it is just sure that they’re sarcastic. And it is not only about compliments, but pretty much about anything nice/positive that other people tell me. Of course, needless to say, rationally I know it is just a distortion and probably their intentions were good and clear, but my fantastic fascinating freaky fuckin brain is never able to get it fully, as it is usually with such things. I hate it also for another reason, because it makes me think in a bad way about other people and makes me in some way judgmental, even though I don’t let my thoughts and assumptions influence my relationships with other people or my attitude towards them unless I can have really strong rational evidence that something goes wrong indeed.

So yeah, I’m not going to tell you about the most backhanded compliment I’ve ever get, because according to my mind I guess around 95% of all the compliments I’ve got should be classified as backhanded and I don’t think that right now I’d be able to look at it objectively. Don’t know how much sense it makes for other people, the more that you guys are actually the first people I’ve ever told about it so I’ve never actually expressed it before, but that’s more or less how it feels for me.

What is such “compliment” in your case? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What do you wear when you go to bed?

My answer:

Usually pjs, sometimes nightdresses. I have one nightdress that has “Misha” printed on it. My Mum went to one of these machines where you can print out whatever you want to be written on your clothes and I wanted to have something with Misha’s name written on it. I thought something I wear at night would be the best because it is at night when I spend the most time with Misha.

You?

Question of the day.

What was the last song you listened to?

I’ve just posted a song for today and I listened to it while writing the post, and that was the last song I listened. It was “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia and you can check it out in the previous post if you’d like.

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Have you ever had to deal with any kind of pests, in your house?

My answer:

In the house we lived in previously, there was a while when we had to deal with mice. And no Misha wasn’t with us yet, and even if he would be, I really doubt he’d be able to hunt mice and do something about it. My room was in the attic and they particularly liked it. It was so that I’ve never had more than one at a time in my room, but after we managed to catch it and put it out of action, soon another mouse replaced it. I am not afraid of mice, but I was quite concerned about it, my Dad didn’t seem to be able to catch them easily, I didn’t know what to actually expect from them, I’ve had a lot of all kinds of wires in my room and was afraid what if they’d bite them or something. Plus they were extremely annoying. They were silent during the day, so that it made it more difficult to find them, and activated at night, maybe weren’t noisy, but still, those weird grates they made were annoying and sometimes wouldn’t let me fall asleep which pissed me off greatly. Sometimes – like when my anxiety was higher or when Dad had to get up for work at night – Mum would sleep in my room on the matress and we both were entertaining ourselves with imaginings what if that mouse would come out and decide to “make friends” with my Mum. She’s generally afraid of such little creatures, more of spiders than mice, but still. Luckily it wasn’t a long period, but it was rather pissing off.

When I was at the boarding school, there were some cockroaches there. I didn’t realise there were cockroaches until I was 8 and when I moved rooms for one of the multiple times I was moving rooms there. I just came back from home, a lot later than usual, it was after 10 PM so actually all the other girls that were already in were in beds and one of the staff had to open the building for me and my parents and she notified me that from now I am no longer in the room I was but in a different one. When I was making my bed in that new room, it was like 12 pm and I was quite surprised when I saw something small and hideous sauntering leisurely on the matress under the coverlet. I had no idea what it is, I just knew it was gross and that I have to get rid of it, so I just grasped it quickly and rushed to the bathroom, crumpled it and threw the stinkard into the loo. Yuck! I remember I washed my hands for about 5 minutes afterwards. No one else was around at that time so that was all I could do. I didn’t know it was a cockroach and I didn’t observe it or wonder what it could be, but so said my Mum when I told her about the situation. I’ve never had another direct meeting with a cockroach there, but lots of other people had and it was an issue. I’m glad I didn’t have to deal with it more, it was quite awful. πŸ˜€ Although my Mum said that if she was me she’d start to scream and wake up everyone, so I guess it could be much worse for some people.

How about your experiences? πŸ˜€

Question of the day.

What are you reading, right now?

My answer:

I decided that I should now take some time for rereading some books I enjoyed while reading and that are very important for me for some reason. This also includes my two all time favourite authors, Lucy Maud Montgomery and MaΕ‚gorzata Musierowicz, and all their books. I really enjoy going back to their books. and right now I’m reading one of Musierowicz’s books called “JΔ™zyk Trolli” (“Trolla’s Language), Trolla is the surname of the main character, or maybe not main, but still very important in this book. And of course it’s a cool book.

How about you?

Question of the day.

If you HAD to vote for any celebrity to be president right now, who would you vote for, and why?

My answer:

A very very tricky question for me to answer, simply because I don’t trace any celebrities with a particular interest and I don’t know anything about their political views. Being a rightist with a liberal mind, I think I wouldn’t mind to vote for a celeb to be a president unless our views would be similar and they’d seem trustworthy, and I wouldn’t care if our president would be a celeb, unless they’d be serious about the role they have in the country and wouldn’t be more focused on their celebrity career instead of duties they have towards the society. We have one celebrity who is a well-known politician in the Polish parliament and he has his own party. I can’t say I liked him as a celeb, he was a pop musician and his music was as colourless as so much other pop music, nothing particular. His party is in alliance with our currently ruling party which I voted for and agree with their views overall, so his party shares some things with them, but sometimes I have an impression they’re incredibly labile with their views and I think their popularity is mostly because of popularity of their celebrity, or ex-celebrity leader.

I think, if I really had to choose, I’d choose him, because as I said most of his party’s views are reasonable and matching with mine, and he is the only one celebrity I can really see ruling here without making a full-blown nation wide drama. πŸ˜€ However I’d be concerned about unstability of his views as I said and it definitely wouldn’t be a great material for the president imho, just the best among the celebrities I can think of.

What would be your choice for your country? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you like the colour orange?

My answer:

At the beginning, for those of you who may still don’t know, I want to tell that despite the fact I’m blind since birth and totally, I have some understanding of colours. Like, I know which fit together, which not, I have some associations with them, which are very hard to explain, but as I talked it through with some sighted people, they’re pretty accurate as for how different colours look like. I can also imagine quite a lot of shades. My imaginings of some more sophisticated shades aren’t always accurate, but like 98%, I’d say. I mean, I’ve never counted it, obviously, but approximately, they’re much more often right or close to it than not. I know which colours are more calm, which are lively, and it is not something I learned or memorised. It is completely weird and probably is even more weird for you, no, not all blind people have it this way. I know only one person who has it vaguely similar, but other than that, all the blind people I know and talked about it with can’t relate completely, I’ve even heard from some of them that my short stories are written “as if you were sighted”, as for descriptions of people’s appearance, views etc. I love describing such stuff very lengthily in my writings. Lengthily… is there even such word? Don’t have much time to check it out, or to deliberate on something more fitting, so if not, from now there will be, if you don’t mind. πŸ˜€ so, getting back to the colours thing, I guess the thing is with my synesthesia, or rather, something I call synesthesia but am not sure whether it could be classified as such. So that’s just a little clarification in case you wondered how I can even talk about colours not being able to see them even once in my entire life.

No, I am not a big enthusiast of orange. I like it in some combinations, in some surroundings, like among fallen leaves it must be really nice, but overall… no, I just don’t particularly like bright, glaring colours. But in some settings, or some shades, I am sure it must look nice, at least the way I imagine orange. I liked orange when I was much younger, I liked a lot of bright colours, even red, which I hate now, but well, I endured something like a total transformation since then, so no, not my style I think.

How about you?

Question of the day.

If you HAD to get a tattoo, what would the design look like? Where would it be?

My answer:

I am not sure. I’ve wanted to have a tattoo for quite a while, but hadn’t have any creative and concrete ideas. But I’ve always thought I’d like something related to Celtic culture. Well maybe not a Celtic cross. πŸ˜€ I wouldn’t like anything very very popular and overlooked, like Idk, flowers or butterflies (even though I love both flowers and butterflies), I’d rather go for something niche, maybe even a bit controversial, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t like something too controversial, something not matching with my personality, views, values, tastes etc. and so niche that it is almost aggressive and very very staring. As for where… hm, I guess it depends what it’d be… Maybe on my shoulder blade, or on my wrist.

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

If you met five-year-old siblings named Jane and John, what would you think?

My answer:

I’d be rather surprised, that’s for sure. But, other than that, I could think many things. I would think it’s unusual. I would think what’s their surname and wonder what is more likely, Smith or Doe? I would think they’re both pretty names, but sound a little bit odd as a nowadays sibset. I’d wonder what are they parents like. Are they kind of minimalists? Have a very traditional, minimalistic, classic style? Or are they kinda conservative, maybe wanted to honour someone? Maybe they have their names after their grandparents or grand grandparents? Or maybe they grandparents came up with names for them? Grandparents often aren’t up to date with name trends, at least here in Poland, when I help people on one of forums with their baby naming struggle, I see it often that grandparents tend to suggest name ideas which were popular when their children were born or growing up, and now are kinda auntie/uncle-sounding, not fresh enough for a comeback yet. Maybe their parents have a bit quirky sense of humour and wanted to demonstrate it through naming their kids? While I love quirky name ideas and people adding a little grain of salt to the whole baby naming thing (like I know a family who have 6 children and they are named in alphabetical order, or similar stuff), but not to the point of making a harm to a child, I don’t think such very matchy twinset would have an easy life, unless they also have as much distance to it as their parents. Or maybe it’s otherwise? Maybe their parents are so boring, lacking imagination completely, and simply used the first couple of names that came to their mind? Oh yeah, I have tons of ideas. Some are a bit crazy. πŸ˜€ Maybe they were orphaned and someone just named them randomly? Or maybe someone changed their names to make them anonymous and protect them from something/someone? I actually like both these names, so if not the fact how plain they probably sound in English-speaking countries, it would be a nice, classic sibset. But yeah, they’re very plain. I don’t know much as for how’s Jane doing nowadays with popularity and what are some most popular associations or connotations related to this name, at least in other English-speaking countries than Us, maybe besides plain Jane thing, but I don’t think it’s much less neutral than John. Pity they were so overused in the past, they’re pretty names. And yeah, John can be nicknamed to Jack! πŸ˜€

What would you think? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

How often did you play outside as a child?

My answer:

Not like very often. I’ve never had good orientation in open spaces plus I’ve learnt to walk pretty late in comparison to most children, and my interests were more indoor-oriented, I’d say. My brother played outside constantly with his cousin, but their things didn’t interest me at all and I never played with them. When I went to the nursery we were often going out to the playground

which was very near. As far as I can remember it was almost every day and it was always extremely boring for me. Children were usually playing on carousels or slides or other stuff like that, which I didn’t like at all because it usually messed up with my already messed up balance and made me dizzy and nauseous extremely easily and I’m still just allergic to such things, probably also because people from the staff were always so very astonished and like it’s not normal I don’t like these things, it made me hate them even more. πŸ˜€ So usually I was either vegetating on some milder swing and just waiting for them to finish, or just walking around aimlessly or talking with the staff. When I started going to school they still liked it a lot to go to the playground and we did it often, but then at least I could bring something to read with myself, although it was still boring to just sit there doing practically nothing. When Zofijka was born and grew up a bit, so I was like in my early teens, I liked to play with her outside and it was really fun, although we didn’t do it often.