Interviewing Myself
Hey, guys, I decided to do something a little different for today. I’ve received a couple of awards for this blog as well as my previous one, which contained some interesting questions that I liked answering. Answering questions and expressing my views are always something I enjoy, so I decided, hey, why don’t I interview myself?
The questions I was attracted to for this are from this source, because I really couldn’t think of them myself, and these were especially targeted at girls, but you know, looking at the ones that I chose below, I think these can be universal.
Okay so here we go.
How quickly do I jump to conclusions about people?
When I meet or look at a person for the first time, I analyse how they smile at me or other people. If I see their smile reaching their eyes, I know that’s definitely genuine and have no qualms that they’ll be a joy to have a talk with. It’s always the smile for me. A super bright smile, and I stamp them being social, kind and warm. A small smile, and I figure they’re either socially awkward or shy or just full of themselves. No smile at all and I guess they’re going through something they want no one in the room to know or they are shy, once again, or, once again, full of themselves.
It takes around ten or fifteen seconds for me to jump to conclusions.
When does time pass fast for me and when does it pass slow?
This question applies perfectly to what I went through the last two months. Every hour felt like a day while on the bed 24/7 as well as while I was in the hospital. But as soon as I was on my feet and back home and following my regular routine, every hour’s flashing past. Time’s never enough for me when I’m in my element, that I stare at other people weird when they’re like, ‘Jeez, life’s so boring.’ I’ve never dragged through days like the time at the hospital and I never ever want to do that again.
What’s something that I’ve never been able to do well?
Mind games – I think this weakness owes to how I automatically feel insecure before even having a go at it. The thing is, I scare easily, and when I find the first few steps challenging, I have an urge to give up and that leads to my mind not being able to relax and believing in myself that I can show the puzzle or challenge who’s boss.
Handling machines – Oh this one goes a long way. Machines work perfectly fine in the hands of someone else but not in the long run with me.
And I do have a knack of beating around the bush and complicating stuff when there’s such a simple solution in front of my eyes. This trait works for the author part of me actually, as I should put my characters through confrontations if I want an interesting story.
What do I wish people would stop asking me?
This is a really good question, because the one thing I wish people would stop asking me is, ‘Why are you so thin? Why do you keep working out? Why can’t you put on weight?’
All right that’s three questions, but they’re inter-related.
I really, really don’t like it when people comment on my body frame and ask me to rectify it. Because the fact is, I do eat well and I just like working out to maintain a body shape that I like and I feel easy in. I’m so used to being this way that a slight modification can hinder my activities. And for no reason or no one will I listen to people if they ask me to put on weight or stop working out. And the funny thing is that I’m not thin at all, just lean. Thin is an anorexic term and in my vocabulary, that’s an unhealthy word. I don’t like having ‘unhealthy’ have any relation with me.
However, everyone who ever shot those three questions at me now know that my workout regime and one of the gifts of working out – active body cells – helped me through the huge challenge I went through, speeding up recovery.
I also remember my cousin sisters staring at me in astonishment last year when I was the only one among our blood donation group to sit up immediately and jump off the bed after my turn was over, walking around them as they lay down until the dizziness passed. Exercise helps us in ways we can never imagine, guys, so please, please take up workouts and cardio seriously.
What is something that I think people are only pretending to like or are deluding themselves into liking?
Now let’s see … That would be – usage of profanities in normal, simple conversation by young adults.
I certainly hate profanities and vulgar expletives. I don’t use them and cringe when someone even uses them when they’re angry. And when I see these young guys and girls using the ‘f’amous yet in‘f’amous, one in particular i‘f’ you know what I’m talking about, in every single sentence, all I feel like doing is empty soap liquid into their mouths to clean it.
They’ve deluded themselves into thinking that part of vocabulary from the West is uber cool and just badass, when that word only exists in the vocabulary of the most roguish people. Civilised and sensible young adults from the United Kingdom or the United States don’t use them.
It’s not a term one usually hears in a civilized conversation – Hermione Granger.
What weird smell do I really enjoy?
Ooh, I love this question!
Because my answer is sure to raise your eyebrows.
The weird smell I enjoy is of dust. Yes, you read that right. I like the smell of dust. I had fun the last couple of days, because we shifted houses and while everything was being packed into boxes, large amounts of dust powdered the floor and I just loved that smell.
I also love the smell of a room that’s dumpy and locked up for so long. There’s an underground storage room in my maternal grandparents’ home and I sometimes open the door and climb down the staircase just to sniff it. Everyone else stares at me when I do that and say, ‘Get out of there right now! God!’
When I was five, I used to nibble on the bricks of one of our houses in the UK, just because they walled a small entrance hall that’s always shut after we go into the house. I couldn’t control myself because the closed and chilly smell of that room was weirdly good.
What do I think people automatically assume about me when they look at me?
This has two answers, both contrasting each other. While I was in my teens, I think people always considered me as easy to step on and walk all over.
And after I came to college, judging by everything my friends wrote in my diary, most people assumed I was difficult to talk to and that I’d never be friends with them, much to my amusement. I’d never in my wildest dreams ever thought someone would think, Oh look how cool she looks. She won’t ever be friends with someone like me, as a first impression of me. They’d been surprised when they realised they were mistaken.
What do I think about in the shower?
Most people take important decisions in the shower or they think about the next song to sing or they think about their flaws and how to rectify them or they think about how to talk to their crush or have any deep philosophical insight or about the movie they saw recently.
I think about getting through my bath without slipping on the tiles and landing on my rear, hurting myself.
So there’s my little self-interview.
Feel free to answer the same questions in the comment section below, I’d love to read your views and opinions.
Have a great day ahead.
Jai Shree Krishna
Best,
Deepika
