I never had to choose my subject --Lucy Whitman Sandmeyer

Fears: heights (sometimes), darkness (SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO RUN UP THE STAIRS AWAY FROM THE EVIL THAT’S CHASING YOU OKAY?)

Annoyances: slow people and traffic lights, inspirational quotes

Confusions: republicans (sorry), light (HOW IS IT PARTICAL and A WAVE?)

Sorrows: Going through the motions

Dreams: travel the world, finish GOT, feel like I’m doing something

Idiosyncrasies: If something happens to one side of my body, I need it to happen to the other side; If you poke me, I have to rub the spot to make the poke go away; I don’t like it when my eyebrow hair goes the wrong way (it hurts and no one believes me so they do it and it hurts. People suck)

Risks: go parasailing, learn to rock climb, be Harry Potter’s best friend (because you know that’d be dangerous), be a spy

Beloved Possessions, then and now: passport (both then and now), I don’t really like THINGS

Problems: keeping up with the news, self-crafted anxieties

            One of my biggest problems in life is my constant battle with the things I own. I despise clutter and would probably make a good nun because giving up my worldly possessions sounds super great, not like some huge sacrifice for God (but then again it would be actually the only part with being a nun I’d be okay with). But seriously, I’m a non-materialist. It’s not that I think people who value their material things are any less thoughtful or interesting or selfless than people who don’t, it’s just that I don’t really have “beloved possessions” because I hate owning things. What I value most is experience (I’m sorry for the cheese); I’d much rather spend $500 on parasailing or going to some place like Utah than on a shopping spree. I look forward to Christmas and my birthday because that’s when the flood of emails from disgruntled family members requesting my non-existent wish list stop. That doesn’t mean that a.) I don’t want things ever and b.) I don’t buy things ever, it’s more that I get less excited by the prospect of getting things than by all the other exciting things in my life. If I get a shirt that I love or a new computer, I’m going to be really happy about it. If someone gives me a present that’s not a trip to England or an admission to a water park (no one’s done that yet but I’m super open to it happening), I’m not going to be disappointed. Ultimately, I hate having things that I don’t use and really, really hate sorting through them so I avoid things in general.