I’m contemplating a post about how much of human interaction is based upon the lingering childhood fear that someone else will always get the last cookie (or shiny toy, or publishing contract, or whatever), but I’m on a (nonfiction) deadline and don’t have the time to work that through quite yet.
So in the meantime, here’s something from an email list I’m on. As a game of sorts, we’re all coming up with lists of outrageous statements about ourselves. All of them need to be true, except for one, which should be an outrageous lie. The fun, of course, is trying to spot the lie–while getting to know each other a bit better.
Here’s my list:
– I have a not-so-secret desire to visit Antarctica
– I broke someone’s finger once
– I could pretty much do without chocolate, especially the really dark stuff
– When I was 16 I earned my pilot’s license. It’s long since expired, though
– I met my husband when I was only 17. But we didn’t start dating then
– When I was 10 years old I convinced the McDonald’s Corporation to
change the text of their printed materials
– I’ve tasted puffin
– I miss snow
– I once helped start a fire with nothing but a yucca plant and a bit of rope