I want to talk to my brother, Mal. I’ll be seeing him late next month. He’s crap at returning phone calls, but that’s a known issue. Maybe I’ll try texting him Sunday.

If I’m traveling cross country, my personal preference is train. I know it takes longer, but I enjoy the journey just as much as the destination.

Well, when I’m in a manic episode, I am the most confident person I know. As to another person? Probably my partner, Mac.

Might be easier to give a list, in no particular order.

I would compare myself to a very friendly, opportunistic raccoon. Like that character from the Marvel Universe, Rocket. Without the cybernetics and penchant for really good firepower, I’m sarcastic, a bit of an asshole at times, emotionally guarded with most people, and happy with my found family.

Choosing to actively live rather than just not dying.

If I wasn’t limited to being human, I’d want to be my cat, Spock. Loved, given all the pets, get to sleep like 20 hours of the day, and snuggles on a heated blanket at night? Yeah.

I don’t know if I would, even if I could. Freedom of speech and all that, though that doesn’t mean freedom from the consequences of said speech.

What an odd prompt. Probably something to do with my health as my anemia and vitamin deficiencies have been kicking my ass.

Stagnation.

The friendship of my chosen family members.

I have lived through four decades now, which is about twenty two more than I thought I’d get when I first attempted suicide. My perspective on life is colored by my experiences; I am working to be happy and survive the current hellscape.

I have been cursed to live in interesting times.