What is the toughest question you’ve ever been asked?
For me, “Fries – large or medium?” and “Are you out of your mind?” are top contenders. But they aren’t the toughest questions I’ve ever been asked – not by a long shot.
No, the undoubted winner is “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I like to call this question the ‘How It All Began’ question. I’ll explain.
Imagine this: You’re three years old and your parents have guests over. You’re busy playing with your ‘Barney-the-dinosaur’ soft toy. All of a sudden, there’s a lull in the conversation. Nobody knows what to say, so all eyes slowly turn towards you. You’re too young and innocent to know that you are the next victim. “Aww, what a sweet child,” one lady croons. She looks straight at you and asks, “So, what do you want to be when you…
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It’s been kind of a shitty few weeks here at Trudge Inc. By that, I mean not my version of Heaven on Earth. Which I realize is a tall order. But this version didn’t even come close. Not to what I’d prefer to orchestrate. As my version. Which, although perhaps a little complicated to arrange, wouldn’t cost very much. Except maybe in hurt feelings.
Anyway, this was something very else.
Some low-grade depression, some ass-kicking physical pain, and a sprinkling of mid-ranged irritants. All culminating with an ill-timed blow-up with my mom. The day before her birthday. Yeah I know. I’m the worst son ever. But I don’t want to brag about my ranking. Fact is we fired at each other at point blank range with armor-piercing rounds. And that seems to have brought up all these unpleasant feelings. For both of us. Go…
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