we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age

I am not: mousey

I hurt: when I am not permitted to communicate

I love: that a friend who had a baby—after years of yearning to be a mother—didn't send photo cards for Christmas, because she realizes how hard that can be on some others.

I hate: feeling jealous

I fear: sketchy electrical systems

I hope: to never again have another political argument

I regret: falling in love

I cry: easily

I care: about some ridiculous things

I always: think about a high school boyfriend when I hear the word "hat"

I long: for things that I cannot have

I listen: to audiobooks, several hours each day

I hide: when I'm feeling wounded

I write: as often as possible, in various ways

I miss: being drunk (but not drinking)

I search: on DuckDuckGo

I learn: every day

I feel: sleepy

I know: that I'm essentially alone in the universe

I want: to be fit and strong

I worry: about the health of people I love

I wish: that I could catch up

I have: more than enough Christmas ornaments

I give: less than I have, but more than I ought

I wait: a fraction of a moment before starting through an intersection after a red light, knowing it might get me rear-ended sometime but that's better than being broadsided

I need: all, or nothing at all

 

[from here; the title quotation is by H.P. Lovecraft from The Call of Cthulhu]