What is your first memory? And how old were you?

The first truly clear memories I have are both involving my dad. I had to be extremely little, based on the thoughts that were going through my head during the occurences. First, I can remember playing tea party in our old living room, dimly lit by the windows alone. I was playing with my father, and I kept offering him the tea cup. When I did, I would say, “More mouthwash!” I knew my dad liked mouthwash; I just didn’t know it wasn’t a drink. Secondly, and on a separate occasion, I can remember asking my dad, “What year is it today?” Without skipping a beat, he replied, “Tuesday.” He knew that I was mixing up years with days. Strangely, I remember envisioning a row of Mr. Potato Head pink ears when I asked him the year. I guess the rhyme inspired it.

Would you rather poop your pants or foam from the mouth in front of a crush?

FOAM FROM THE MOUTH, duh. Sure, it’s strange to see someone who’s trying to impress you start frothing like a rabid dog, but at least there’s no smell factor. Plus, I would have to worry about the poop falling out of my underwear and onto the floor. That’s much more embarrassing. C’mon! Give me a harder one.

Many people say that they “have no regrets”. Are you one of those people? If not, do you have any? Conversely, what’s the thing your most proud of thus far in your life?

Great question. Unfortunately, it’s a grey issue to me. See, I don’t have any regrets, really, because everything I’ve done has gotten me to this point. I like this point of life for me. I have great views and thoughts and assurances that cause me to appreciate myself. I do, however, suppose that I can pinpoint a few near-regrets that would probably not steer me off course from what I’ve become as a person. I do regret some things I’ve said and done to my mother in my “troubled teen” years. Also, I immediately felt terrible after her death about some times I was mean to our old dog, Zoë. I still beat myself up over that. What am I most proud of in my life? Hmmm. I would have to say the way I handled myself after my breakup with Kyle. At first, I was a total mess. I lost a ton of weight and hair, and I could barely go an hour without sobbing. But, I wanted to help myself. I went to therapy, joined a group that could help me cope, immersed myself in things I love, and I became independent. I changed a lot of my erroneous views on life, love, trust, etc. I really learned and gained a lot. My constant goal is to keep it up.