It depends on the breed.

Where I live, it’s a 50/50 possibility. I have a few jobs (privatized media/social worker, inn coordination, artist, and assistant teacher within the outsourced school system where I’m simultaneously a student/classmate), and in all of these, it depends on the layout. The hallways winds around in two of these. And in the case of the inn, I don’t really have an office per se.

Aren’t most workplaces like this?

It’s surrounded on all sides by the building it’s in. No windows to the outside.

Quince cider. It’s tart in just the right way.

Handwriting as in print or handwriting as in cursive? We weren’t even allowed to do the latter in my school (which is probably good, mine sucks too, though people say my print is model tier).

I have had times when I think to myself “would I rather have not been raised or have been raised by the parents I had”. My logic being, if the latter is true, there is something to thank (in this case, via a birthday message). Though the fact your dad doesn’t acknowledge the existence of his grandkids or the life your sister chose makes me wonder how right it would be that he expects tribute. It seems as if he will suspend his lack of acknowledgement for small gains. If he thinks “[son/daughter] is not my child, I have disowned them”, do you think it would be wrong to think “well, as long as I’m not one of his kids, I hold no obligation here”?

That was hard to understand? It’s a typical abuse scenario.

Was it a part of the grade or something?

Same.

I have what many would call a bizarre or incorrect way to hold a writing utensil, and after a certain age hit and I was already used to it and found it worked for me, I began getting loads of lowkey criticism from people at school who constantly tried to remark how “incorrect” it was.

I kind of meant hypothetically though.

My sister says I met David Bowie as a baby. It sounds rather weird, we don’t live where he did his stuff. I also don’t count it because I’m technically a fan but not in that kind of way. I have nothing more than vague memories. I’m told he had a nice but rather unfocused vibe. In hindsight, it’s possible we met a professional imitator and were none the wiser, though one could argue it still counts as some kind of licensing goes into imitation.

Something similar happened with Celine Dion, though in a way where I have seen the real thing, just not up close. Can’t really meet someone who has so much security it’s like a universal restraining order. I did not dare, but I can tell she has a good vibe.

I met an author I like but who most people probably don’t know, the author of A Hero Unmasked. Not sure if it counts if they are obscure to a large degree. Incredibly fun person though, a very human but warm individual. We even talk regularly. It ranks as one of my greatest perks.

I wanted to meet Jason David Frank and had every potential to, but then he committed suicide right as it was going to materialize (do you count visiting a celebrity’s grave). I cannot meet Lucy Lawless because I don’t live in the same area. And I just fall short of wanting to go out of my way to meet anyone else, even Kevin Sorbo.

I also have visited things like shrines and whatnot related to my spiritual traditions. Not sure if that counts, since the person is a historical figure and you “meeting” them is “symbolic” to an outsider’s eyes.

Well, though one could say I technically like receiving more (who doesn’t), if I had to choose, I’d rather give than receive, because I’m not “sucked in” to my own feelings, if that makes sense. It should be noted that I am diagnosed anhedonic and this is cited here as sometimes it’s hard to “feel” something I receive. Compared to someone else getting something because of me and me being able to think “I did it” as they express joy. If only people didn’t consider me selfish because this translates to them as a “flex” mindset.

I’ve done that a few times. Usually right before a long, long absence.

I’ll be your friend.

Let’s just say the friends I’ve come to connect to aren’t very well off in their personal lives.

Lucky.

Does making a snowman count?

Doesn’t everyone sleep?