Automatic
I've always preferred driving a stick shift. I like having that additional control over a car. Automatic cars always leave me guessing... "When is it going to shift into the next gear?" I downshift too, and I've yet to drive an automatic car that does that well, if at all. Every car I've owned has been a stick shift.
Hmmm...
Are they even still made?
Awakening
I think of the movie (with an "s.")
Frustrating. How can they NOT get into those peoples minds again and reach them? To be able to get through, and then for them to slip away again back into themselves...
I heard the doctor was kind of egotistical. Hard to know when you don't know someone in real life.
How can they not get back in... :(
♫ "I said watch what ya say, they'll be calling you a radical. A liberal. Oh a fanatical criminal. Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable. Respectable. Oh presentable a vegetable. Oh, take take it take it yeah! ♫
♫ There are nights when all the world's asleep. The questions run too deep, for such a simple man. Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned. I know it sounds absurd. But please tell me who I ammmm.... who I ammmm... who I ammmmm.... who I ammm.......!" ♫
(Sixty seconds actually ended in the musical interlude, but I couldn't stop there!)
Warfare
Hmmm.... two things come to mind. One is war type games. Boys are obsessed with these. Some girls too, but I know fewer women who remain addicted to them as adults, than men. It's an odd preoccupation IMO. Strategy, teamwork, acuity, precision... that's all appealing, but that can be present in other types of games. It's specifically the war games that are popular with them. Shooting, killing, conquering, acquiring. I've had zero interest in these.
Advice
Ooooh this is tricky. I'm full of advice. Often unsolicited! But it's information IMO. Information I wish I'd had when I was trying to figure out A or B or C and was going CRAZY researching it once upon a time. So when I hear someone mention something I've already learned tons about, I speak up and say "Hey! I know how to do that! Have you tried this..." - And people can take or leave whatever info I give them. It doesn't matter to me whether or not someone implements information I give them. If someone keeps bemoaning a certain situation or asking for help with the same issue, I might repeat myself once or twice, in case they forgot, but that's about it.
It's kind of like an information booth. Imagine you're a tourist somewhere. You go to the info booth and they tell you all of the information they have, and the great things you can do, and how to get there, and they give you directions, and they might even repeat them a couple of times to make sure you've understood, but they're not going to follow you around for the rest of the day saying "Did you go to the museum? Why not? I TOLD YOU YOU'D LIKE IT!!!! YOU MUST GO TO THE MUSEUM!!!!"
Iron
Something I rarely do.
Also a pill I was never able to find. At least not an effective one. Any time I had low iron, no supplements would do. Only red meat. Which would make me sad.
I've decided, within the past year or so, that it might not be iron alone that I get from meat. I think the reason meat, and nothing else, can fix my body's wonkiness at times is not because of the iron, but possibly because of the hormones that cows are injected with. Hormones that I also cannot take in supplement form.
I figure it's kind of like those monkeys that chew food and then spit it up so their young can eat it? It's kind of like that. I can't take iron or hormone supplements directly. I need a COW to take them, and then I need to eat the cow.
There's gratitude for ya.
Setting
I learned how to make one folded napkin "thing" when I was little, and used it every time I set a table. It was a way to make a kind of "bed" or pocket for the utensils. - I always thought of it as a bed.
Fold a napkin into a simple triangle or rectangle? Unheard of!
I guess it's not too far off a tangent to add that at Disney housekeeping always impresses me with their mad towel folding skills. I'll have to corner one of them someday and ask them how that works. How many kinds are they taught... are there refresher courses... how much of their training is devoted to "towel folding...." etc.
(If you've never stayed at a Disney hotel, do an image search on the web. I'm sure there's towel pictures out there.)
braid
I picture braids in my own hair, when I was little, and braids on horse tails.
At one time, I considered getting braids all over my head. I thought it might look cute. Some time later I was someplace that offered to wrap a small bunch of hair in colored yarn. It ended up being about the thickness of a pencil. One little bunch of hair.
That thing bothered me SO MUCH! It hurt like heck and was always swinging back and forth, whacking me, and pulling on what felt like just a few tiny strands on my head. I left the wrap in out of stubbornness - and the thought that maybe in time I'd get used to it - and it finally broke off completely about a month later. I never got used to it. It hurt all the way to the end.
When I think that a head full of tiny braids might have been just like that, but multiplied, I'm relieved I never tried it.
Romantic
This isn't romantic at all, but it popped into my head.
I used to have several friends who worked with telephone porn companies. It was extra work, a step up in pay from telemarketing, and they could pick their own hours. To hear them compare stories at parties was hilarious. Like telemarketing, some worked in an office at a phone bank, and others worked from home and calls were forwarded to them during their work hours.
Keep that in mind guys.... the next time you think "Bambi" is into you and your fantasy, it's more likely she's in flannel pajamas and slippers, ironing, paying bills, putting away dishes, and maybe even getting ready for her real date ;)