When was the last time you…
1. …sent a handwritten letter?
Sent one? Some time last year, I sent one to Griet (I think). It was quite a while ago. Written one? I wrote two just before my exams, but they never got sent. I’ll so some shifty editing and get them sorted on my next day off. I must state here that I do actually write by hand quite a lot, since I’m a shite typist, and I just can’t think and type and edit my words on screen if I’m writing anything longer than a page. When I was at uni I wrote all my essays by hand in rough sections before transcribing them onto the computer, then printing them out and editing again, by hand.
2. …baked something from scratch or made something by hand?
I can’t remember making anything from scratch, but if you mean cooking for myself, actually cooking a meal from different ingredients and not just bunging a frozen meal in the microwave, then I cook myself a pasta meal every now and again, and if I do have a frozen curry, I usually cook up some extra rice to go with it…. actually, I did make a Vindaloo from scratch once (with powder, not a jar of sauce). It made me realise that my tolerance level is no higher than Madras.
3. …camped in a tent?
Technically never. Have I missed out? Probably. Though I still have the rest of my life to make up for lost time.
4. …volunteered your time to church, school, or community?
When I was at school I helped out with open days and stuff. In my community? Personally never. I couldn’t tell you why. I’m not even gonna comment on the church thing, it’s irrelevant to me. Let’s just say there are too many hypocrites around for my liking.
5. …helped a stranger?
That depends on your definition of ‘help’. I ‘help’ strangers all the time in my line of work. But if you mean, like, out of the goodness of my own heart, spontaneous helping of passers-by? I give people in cars directions as best I can if I get stopped walking around my neighbourhood, that sort of thing. Can’t remember any specific time though…. well I do remember once, not when it happened, but what happened: I gave horrible directions, because I hadn’t got a clue where the address they asked of me was (in fact, I had to consult the OS map afterwards, which confirmed my cock-up).
At least I tried. Most people just don’t give a fuck. Hence my growing misanthropy.