Who Do I Think I Am??

This one's about trivial trivia.

30DBC PROMPT: "Have you ever seen a ghost? If yes, describe the experience. If no, do you think ghosts exist and would you like to see one?"

Good golly everybody! Ghosts! In March! And death! The return of morbid prompts! You'd think our old buddy Earl was around here somewhere, going, "We need more sadness, and more disturbing imagery." Well, I'm not having any of it. I mean, a little, ok, if you're offering.

I very flatfootedly don't believe in ghosts. Not real ones, not fake ones, not cable tv ones, none of 'em. Same goes for vampires, zombies, werewolves, sprites, and fairies (and definitely not faeries). I will admit, however, to believing in cupcakes, hatchbacks, quarterbacks, shortstops, cardigans, punk rock, and underwear gnomes.

But ghosts? C'mon, man. I got enough problems dealing with the living, and now you expect me to worry about the spirit of the once-living? For real? Emily , during your powercleaning, what was in those solvents that made you think this was a good idea? Just kidding.

I can't even tell you what I'd do if I did ever see one. My imagination's roadmap doesn't have that route highlighted. I guess I have other places to go first.

BCF PROMPT: "Write your own obituary. It can be for ten, twenty, or however many years you choose from now, or it can be for tomorrow - it's your choice."

Not a very poetic entry so far...and I'm probably not going to redeem myself much here in the "Blogging Circle of Friends "  either. See, I've probably written an obit for myself that has remained unshared more often than I care to talk about, and I'm a pretty morbid person at times (believe it or not). Writing your own obit almost seems like a faux pas, like faking your death just to see who'd show up at your funeral (an exercise I did once write about in a high school english class).

Maybe it's just me. I don't like to brag talk about myself, who I am/was, accomplishments, etc. That's what my therapist is for, and even he probably doesn't get as much info out of me as he'd like, let alone enough to fill an entire obituary. I'd rather leave that kind of talk up to the people that know and love me the most. And I don't think I've met them yet.

MUSICAL BREAK!!

Besides outlandish movie soundtracks from the eighties, this was the first song that came to mind. Great little band.

VITAL STATS:

In lieu of a formal obit and in honor of blainecindy's "Trivia Tuesday", I am offering five seldom-known bits of information about myself. And here's hoping Cindy a speedy recovery! It's another Vital-Stat-O-Thon...

I didn't get my drivers' license until I was 19, and my first car was a maroon Plymouth Horizon.

When I was eight years old, I auditioned for the PBS show Reading Rainbow. I didn't get the part.

My eyesight was so bad, I wore tri-focals in elementary school. It helped enough for me to get back to single-vision lenses.

I can't stand wearing a watch. No matter where I am, a watch on my wrist attracts a wall. Or a tree. Or any other stationary object, no matter how safe I try to be.

Contrary to the beliefs of the general population in Cortland, I have never been skiing. I also never intend on going skiing.

I hope y'all enjoyed my little foray into skipping around prompts and self-indulging. I know I've had about enough of it for one night. Peace, love, and GOODNIGHT NOW!!