Prompt Answer: Favorites Place To Go In My City

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

As usual, I have a very roundabout answer to this. The too long, didn’t read version answer is “it depends on the city”.

One hundred and fourteen addresses since my birth in June 1985. I only really remember 1992 and onward, to be honest. Seven was a defining year; my little brother Mal was born that February. It was the beginning of my parentification, but I love him so much and am so proud of who he has become and the life he built for himself.

So. Where I am now? It’s the public libraries or this amazing local ice cream place that has some of the best damn ice cream I’ve ever had. Like, lemon cardamom, blackberry with lime, and cherry almond flavored. In Chicago, it’s Chiu Quon in Chinatown. Cash only, but fucking amazing food for as long as I can remember.

Prompt Answer: Historical Event I Find Facilitating

What historical event fascinates you the most?

The historical event I find fascinating is Little Ice Age (LIA) of the North Atlantic area that spanned about four and a half centuries.

(And gods help you if you read this. I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy writing informative things. It isn’t in APA format, but that is a moment of restraint on my part.)

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Prompt Answer: Family Member

Describe a family member.

My younger brother, alphabetically:

Amazing, brilliant, cheerful, dedicated, enthusiastic, friendly, generous, hardworking, intelligent, jovial, kindhearted, lovely, magnanimous, noble, outstanding, polite, quirky, resilient, selfless, talented, uplifting, vibrant, wonderful, xenial, young at heart, and zestful!

Prompt Answer: Lesson Learned

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Y’all know that phrase that people regurgitate when things go wrong? It doesn’t seem to matter if it’s a stubbed toe, burned dinner, missed bus, or catastrophic accident. People spit out the “well, everything happens for a reason!” Usually with a well-meaning, gentle smile.

It makes me want to throw things.

Technically, everything does happen for a reason, in the literal sense. That reason is that people make choices of all kinds with or without thought to the potential consequences to themselves or others.

Choice: some guy drove home with a blood alcohol of legally dead. Resulting consequences: my grandmother died and he got a scant eleven years in prison.

Choice: my abusers hurt me. Consequences: I have complex post-traumatic stress disorder and a hatred of bodily fluids.

Choice: I chose to make the best choice for myself and leave Indiana. Consequence: I now live in Wisconsin and am happier than I have maybe ever been.

Everything doesn’t always have a reason beyond chance. Nothing is for certain. But that doesn’t mean that we avoid trying to make better choices when presented the opportunity.

I wish I learned that “everything happens for a reason” is simply someone usually trying to express “I’m sorry this is happening to you, I don’t know why, or how to necessarily help, but I care”.