1:Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
My favorite movie's always been the Rats of Nimh, but that's a childhood favorite, so I can't really talk about that - I really don't remember it. My favorite movie as an adult has had to be Guardians of the Galaxy. It's a recent movie, but it became a favorite because it reminded me of my rag-tag group of friends from high school - and it really inspired me to getting back into art -something I've been trying to do for years now (after being inspired by the ever perfect nots-funratu, I've been trying to do a space-themed webcomic... for like nine years now).
3:Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
I'm gonna be honest - I'm not sure if I can filter out what a romantic feeling is or isn't. At least I've never understood it like that. An unnamed friend (there's a reason for this anonymity) has always had some sort of strange affection from me. Is it romantic? I don't know, but it's something. Bringing her things makes me all sorts of bubbly inside (she really likes food and I'm a professional chef, so I guess I found the right one), and even just cuddles at night when there the chance. It's hard to talk about because I'm not sure there are all the words to put to it, just feelings.
16:Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
I don't really go to parties - not willingly at least. I've always hated large crowds of people, especially ones that I didn't know. Unless you mean birthday parties, too, but that'd be my best friend's sixteenth - it was a trip to Medieval Times, and damn was it awesome.
36:Talk about your guilty pleasures.
Hitting the snooze alarm on my phone so I can get ten more minutes of cuddles is probably my worst guilty pleasure.
Bagels are also a guilty pleasure - and a prework ritual. Every day, whether it's prep shift or service shift, I always have a bagel. The hotel staff cafeteria has bagels and cold food items for the staff that work in the hotel and are contracted in (I'm technically contracted in, I guess), and I always stop by on my way through for a bagel, a cream cheese and a cup of apple juice. It's one of those little guilty pleasures that makes my shift pleasant - and I haven't had a bad one since I started.
40:Talk about the end of something in your life.
That would be my grandmother's death. I never particularly got along with my family, from massive mental and emotional abuse as a child to being kicked out when I was in college. It was all yelling and screaming and threatening with the foster system to eventually the police (and several 911 calls, and a trip to the ER about once every six months for suicide attempts from 11-14, until I was put into an outpatient day-program my eighth grade summer). In college it boiled down to not getting phone calls or being told that I was gonna die if I got transitional surgery (my father said the anaesthesia was gonna take my kidneys out if it was an outpatient procedure).
When my grandmother died, or was in the state of dying, I got more phone calls and texts, even though I had to start them. I got a text at seven the morning she passed, "Your grandmother left us this morning." I knew they'd taken her off the breathing machine, I knew she was going to pass. But those just aren't things that you're ready for.
I started getting more texts from my oldest sister, her husband-to-be and soon I started getting texts from my dad more often. It's not too often, but it's often enough. Her death was heavy enough on all of us that it seemed to mend the lost or potentially destroyed connections. I can't forget what happened to my as a child, but I can forgive a little. The passing of someone that raised me, someone that was so near and dear to me that I was stunned speechless when I was told, "it's stage four," created a change in my life. I realized that everything was frail, mortal, loseable. I think the end of her life made everyone else realise that, too. It was the end of one era, and the kindling of a relationship that had all but kept alight.