19, 23, 30, 45, 46 get well soon Mom Lully! *hugs*
(she’s referring to the fact my allergy is attacking, I took medicine and will be fine, no worries!)
19. what is your favorite plant?
Trees. You want something more miraculous than a plant that gives us oxygen to breathe AND purifies the dirty air around us?!?!?!
23. what is your favorite flower?
I don’t know… I can’t smell them so I just go for whatever I think it’s pretty (which is pretty much everything) and meanings, I like Daffodils, roses, tulips, azaleas, orchids, forget-me-not…
30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?
Stars. I replied this one before ^^
45. do you believe in aliens?
Why not? I mean… The universe is pretty big, to think we are alone in the WHOLE universe seems a bit childish… Maybe the “aliens” just have the same problem as us (lack of enough technology to go further and faster in space) or even are the same as humans, just too far away to ever try contact.
46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
Really, the people who I care about just their existence and friendship it’s too great… anything else they do for me or that I like it’s just a gift or a blessing…
Some of the things that got me really deep were my best friend supporting me years ago while I had suicide tendency to keep trying and moving on without EVER judging me for it. Two friends of mine wrote a book together and put me on the thanks for introducing one to the other and giving support on the book. My best friend from high school got me in her group of friends, which was the one thing that got me out of depression and suicidal tendency at the time, they stood up for me when my bully tried to come after me and no one ever did that in 10 years I was getting bullied. My sister hugged me tightly in my high school graduation crying for proudness and saying how I am always smiling helped her to come up whatever she crossed. A friend of mine drew a picture of my OCs for my birthday, and also for my ship in another year, I still have all of them. A friend of mine gave me a wind bell (I don’t know how you call) to give me luck, it’s hanging in the hallway of my house. My parents realized that sharing a computer was complicated not only because I got a lot to do in that (editing, drawing, writing, etc) but because it interrupted a lot my creative process back then because of the limits, so they gave me a netbook in Christmas when I had asked for a CD. A friend of mine stood up late talking to me when I woke up from a nightmare and had anxiety attack, he would get up early, but he only stopped talking to me when I calmed down enough to go back to sleep, he never mentioned it again, this same friend supported me a lot while I was freaking out about college, work and the thesis to get graduation, he believed I could get enough score to get my diploma even after my brain convinced me that I had failed or when my pen-drive corrupted a whole file andI lost a big part of my story and lost all motivation to go on writing. My children in the squad draw me once in a while and that’s a great blessing for me. A few weeks ago a reader messaged me saying thank you for my stories cause those were the things getting her out of depression, cause the motivation to read and talk about the story was getting her to wake up and spend more time either on internet or with friends to talk about what she read. My friend’s baby is trying to call me by the nickname, and that’s just so cute and perfect. People rely on me to open up and get advice, I try my best on them, but to now I was up enough to someone’s trust makes me feel a validated existence, so that’s awesome…
What I mean is… None of that would ever have happened if those kind people didn’t exist in the first place. The rest it’s a consequence of it.
