Good Party Questions

I’ve noticed a trend lately where people describe themselves as extroverted introverts. They love to meet new people and try new things, but what they love even more, they’ll tell you, is to simply stay home and curl up with a good book. I can understand the paradox, but I’ve seen this enough times now that I’m starting to think it’s an attempt to portray how well-rounded they are. And guess what – I’m jealous! I’m here to say I’m just a plain old extroverted extrovert. Which means not only do I love to meet and talk to new people, I’m also trying to get everyone else to talk. My introverted birds either flock toward me or… flit away…

Way back, in the times of Before (approx. 2019 A.D.), I loved being around friends and friends of friends and posing big questions and hearing people’s stories that you’d never hear unprompted. And probably like 2 years ago, I started thinking of these ramble-y, dreamy, silly, far-reaching, open-ended questions and started scribbling them down in the back of a notebook under the header “Good Party Questions.”

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

  1. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?
  2. If you could know the day you were going to die, would you want to know?
  3. If you could suddenly have a different career tomorrow, what would you want to be?
  4. What’s a useless, unusual, or very specific talent that you have?
  5. What’s your best story ever?
  6. What’s the best present you’ve ever received?
  7. What’s a quote you really like?
  8. What’s something you’re waiting for?
  9. What’s a small dream you have?
  10. What’s one meal you’re really good at making?
  11. Who taught you how to drive?
  12. Who was the best boss you ever had?
  13. What was your favourite toy as a kid?
  14. What’s a song or book you wish you’d written?
  15. What’s a word you like or love to say that people should use more?
  16. What’s the best birthday you ever had?
  17. Who’s someone you go to for advice?
  18. If you could wake up in any place tomorrow, anywhere in the world, where would you want to wake up?
  19. What’s one piece of clothing you wish you still owned?
  20. What’s something you’ve changed your mind about?
  21. What’s one thing you believe to be true that no one else agrees with you on?
  22. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever witnessed?
  23. Describe a moment when you felt truly alive.
  24. What’s something that everyone else seems to know that you didn’t learn until later in life?
  25. What’s a saying you try to live by?
  26. What’s one thing you know you’ll never do?
  27. What’s your favourite quality you’ve inherited from a parent?
  28. Describe a time when you said the thing you wanted to say in the moment you wanted to say it.
  29. Describe a moment when you felt truly independent.
  30. What’s something you collect?
  31. Have you ever had an encounter with the supernatural?
  32. What’s the weirdest physical sensation you’ve ever felt?
  33. What’s the best party you’ve ever been to?
  34. When’s a time you made a good decision?
  35. What’s been your favourite age to be?
  36. What’s something you’ve quit?
  37. What did your room look like as a kid?

It’s disappointing when

the people you’re trying to live vicariously through on Instagram clearly don’t have much of a life either.

You know the phrase,

“It’s all downhill from here”? I realized a little while ago this one phrase has opposite meanings, based on the context it’s used.

It can mean “Hey, things are about to get a lot easier.” As in, “I finally got my dress, now it’ll all be downhill from here.”

Or, it can mean “Hey, things are about to get a lot worse.” As in, “My only hair tie snapped on my run; it’s going to go downhill from here.”

Why you do dat, English, why? I want everyone to love you as much as I do, but when you contradict yourself so blatantly, it makes things really difficult and I have a hard time defending you. English is the bad boy of languages. No regard for the rules.

 

I don’t know if $35 worth of groceries is

what I actually eat in a week, or if it’s just what I can carry home in one trip.

As soon as my basket gets heavy, I gotta check out. Any extraneous items get left behind.

…But maybe just one more?

Jess. Don’t do this to yourself. Put down the artichoke hearts. You do not need them. Don’t you dare try to sneak them into the basket. I can see you. I AM you. You will pay for it later on the 25-minute walk home. Don’t do this to yourself, please. You know better.

Fine. You know who’s to blame. Don’t whine when your fingers are pinching with pain and you’re making weird faces on the walk home.

I know. I know what you’re going to say. Jess, just buy one of those little fabric shopping carts with the wheels on them. Then you can just drag everything home.

NO.

I will die before I buy one of those. I just can’t. I know I’m not a vain person, so I can have this one thing. It’s already so hard to meet a man. I have no proof of this, but I just assume that one of those little shopping carts is an instant boner killer. I know it is for me. I refuse.

I am a lean, mean, grocery-carrying machine, even if I’m constantly trying to sabotage myself.

I just ordered internet.

I know, I know…big deal. But I’ve never ordered internet before. It’s just always been there. But now I’m in charge of my own destiny. And it starts with my internet service provider. Watch out world!

I always thought I had gif potential.

This is all I needed to prove I’m just as adorable as I always suspected.

 

Ma, ma look what I did!

 

 

TV-Poster

One of my closest friends moved to New York in the summer. She’s always saying we should have our own show. So for our Secret Santa gift exchange, I made her what I thought the poster for our fab TV show would look like.

As you can tell, we are two very modest, very humble young women who take ourselves very seriously.

I normally can’t stand it when

people say things like, “WHAT A YEAR!”

But seriously, what a year.

I’ve moved twice, went back to school, and got a new job. I now live right by Lake Ontario, I’m learning to be an ad copywriter, I write for my school newspaper, AND my bedroom wall looks like this:

Splatter paint wall

Feels good.

An old boyfriend once told me,

when it came to coming up with ideas for our school assignments,

“When you don’t know what to do — go meta.”

And even though I now hate him as a person, it’s some pretty good advice that’s lasted me. It’s part of a mental list I’ve been compiling for the last few years called “Random Practical Knowledge I’ve Learned from My Exes.”

Also on this list:

  • if you fold your laundry as soon as you get it from the dryer, your clothes will keep from wrinkling
  • ordering two chicken snack wraps from McDonald’s is cheaper than ordering a chicken burger and just as filling
  • putting moisturizer on your legs after shaving will keep them from getting red and itchy
  • the 106 York University bus drops you off right in front of the Seneca building at York. I used that route everyday for two years.

106map

 

 

Things I’ve learned so far about moving out of my parents place,

and in with my boyfriend:

-the X-Box is not a table

-it’s easier to get into the apartment if you use the right key

-you have to pay for internet