I thought it was awesome. It was full of entertaining action, great character interplay, some genuinely funny moments. It was fun! I also loved that there were so many kids in the theater. I never had that magical "seeing my first Star Wars flick in the theater as a child" moment you hear all the OG trilogy fans go on about, and I can only imagine seeing The Force Awakens like that was magical for the li'l ones.
I just hope that any apology given to me is genuine, which isn't always easy to tell so I take a lot of people at their word. And while I definitely *believe* in "forgive and forget", in practice it is very much on a case-by-case basis for me, most times not really fulfilling the "forget" part.
It almost always takes way longer than I'd like. It doesn't even need to be a thoughtful answer to a thought-provoking question! Even my few one-sentence-long replies took forever to write because I start second-guessing my words and worrying about if I'm using effective language and getting my point across.
Absolutely. I miss the convenience and liveliness of a city like Halifax, the fact that I could get lost in a crowd in a city and not wonder if anyone gives a fuck what I look like. I miss not having to worry about hearing small-town squabbles and gossip. I miss not having to worry about everyone knowing everything about me and my history, and my family's history, and my partner's and her family's history, etc. But most of all I miss the nighttime sounds of a smaller city like Halifax, where I could leave my window open on an autumn night and fall asleep to the bustle, and muffled music, and car horns, like it was all white noise.
Riddle answer: a tongue. Truth? Boiled eggs.
At this point in my life, it's close to about half & half. The first half of my life is chock-full of regrets and bad experiences, the second half is where things slowly started getting better and I began feeling like I could be happy in life.
Apple pie, coconut cream pie. banana cream pie, rhubarb pie, chicken pot pie, and quiche. Some people also consider cheesecake a pie, in which case you better fuckin' believe I could drown myself in cheesecake and die happy.
Not in a long time. The back of my neck is super sensitive, and some of my friends in high school used to like teasing me by stroking or blowing on the back of my neck. Kinda miss that,
Nope, but if I wanted to learn a stringed instrument I'd probably go bass.
Visited me? None. But I visited two married friends last weekend to see their very first li'l house. It was nice, especially since I haven't seen one of them in a while because he's from New York.
Religion & philosophy studies. During my time at uni, I was actually one of only two students focusing on it.