23) How do you vent your anger?
Nice question, because I usually don't. Many of my friends may disagree and say I'm "agit" but idk, I'm very honest with my annoyances and I'm just straightforward to a fault in general.
But my real, festering anger? I'll repress that to hell and back again. It's less problematic now than it was when I was younger, but I'm still working on it. Usually I try to write in my private blog about it. The main problem is really being able to confront people. I hate doing that. And anyways, I've read studies that show that venting your anger actually makes it worse, so...!
Besides, I usually don't get angry often anyways. Even if I see a lot of things that are rage-inducing, my default reaction isn't fiery anger but moreso feeling sad, disillusioned, etc.
24) Do you have a collection of anything?
I used to collect postcards of places that I went to when I was younger, but that endeavor has since been abandoned for not really any reason at all besides laziness. I could say books since books are the one thing I end up wishing for. I have a lot of things on my wishlist but I'm fine doing without...unless BOOKS.
Jokes aside, I think this is such a subjective question. But I suppose that was the point, wasn't it? I usually put down art as any form of creative expression, so I usually bring in music, writing, and the like as well as your typical visual arts of drawing, painting, sculpture, etc. Art will try to convey something that's a part of our experience in ways that make use of a person's capacity for representation, analysis, and/or empathy. But I don't know! Definitions are always really tricky because there will always be gray areas and expections. I may end up contradicting myself a few times, too. But that's the way I see it.
45) What's the worst injury you ever had?
OH THIS IS A FUN ONE. I haven't had any serious hospitalizations or anything since I don't really do too many sports (just started karate last year) and I shamefully admit that I'm pretty sedentary. BUT. There was one that is particularly gross and if you're particularly sensitive to that, LOOK AWAY NOW.
So it was my senior year of high school and I was going off to class as usual. I was walking off to the doorway of the second floor when someone opened the door for me--and it was like SHIT, at that instant, my right big toe felt searing pain. Basically like when you stub your toe on something times 50. It hurt so much that I limped to calculus and took my shoe off to check and see if it was alright. So basically the force of the door CLEAVED MY FUCKING TOENAIL RIGHT OFF so I at least was excused from class to go to the office and get a band-aid for it.
Seriously though MY FREAKING TOE SENT ME INTO A WORLD OF PAIN I think that day I could barely walk at all and my mom even made me get an X-ray because she was worried I broke my toe bone. Everything was fine but basically I just had to wear a slipper for my right foot with a makeshift toe cast and limp to class all the time.
ALL THIS FOR A TOE I REALLY HATE TOES OKAY
